Last night I had a dream about zombies attacking a place where I lived. The place was almost exactly like the level from Modern Warfare 2 named “The Rundown.” (if you’ve ever played CoD).
It had shanty housing and all sorts of buildings that were….well….run down. The dream was dark and awesome, and it was pouring.
I was kind of like the person in charge of the town, like a general directing troops or a captain of a ship. The town was mine, and I ran it, because everyone else was far too incompetent. I remember giving orders telling people what to do so that they didn’t get raped by a zombie, and I remember wearing a specific hat that was kind of like a general’s hat. As I also recall, members of the Wu Tang Clan were in my dream and I had to give them details, but they didn’t listen to me and U-God died in a sewer. Why was he in a sewer? Well, against my orders, he and some random girl (who was a whore) were trying to escape from the shanty town we were in, which was encased in walls so that the zombies could be contained from the rest of the world. However, I’m the only one who knew the sewers, and though I tried to help him by getting down in the sewers, he still didn’t listen to me and fell down into a inescapable bit of shit (figuratively speaking).
Then, I was randomly swimming underwater with some girl I know, and we were just chatting away while breathing perfectly fine. I remember thinking, “I wish I could actually do this,” so clearly I knew I was dreaming. However, the setting was the same. We were still in that piece of shit village, it’s just that we were taking a break by swimming like dolphins. God I wish I could breath underwater.
But the zombie story never reached a conclusion, which really makes me think, WTF!?
