Brief Dream

I'm writing this post at work, which stands contrary to how I wanted to write it originally (which was by my bedside), but it couldn't be helped.

Oddly enough, zombies provided the main backdrop for this dream.  All that remains that I can recall is that I was part of some sort of "last stand" effort, with my companions and I (more than twenty, I think) gunning down zombies as they approached our fort, which was a cream-colored, strangely organic building more than thirty or forty-feet tall.  At first we appeared to be shooting the zombies with M-16s, but after the battle "unlocked itself" (for lack of a better phrase) into something like a Nerf toy.

After we had mopped up the zombies (who also appeared at one point to be shooting at us), my companions walked around to the back of the fort to celebrate.  As they left, I noticed two zombies walking towards me (a man and woman).  Thinking I would get a quick kill, I tried readying my stupid gun, which proved a fruitless endeavor, as the female zombie snatched it from my hands easily.  I ran around the back of the building and found it deserted: basketball nets, picnic tables, barbecue pits, all devoid of humanity, but someone had left an old machine gun, which greatly resembles a Russian Korean/Vietnam era gun.  This part of the dream faded a bit, and I climbed to the top of the fort (which was climbable for some reason).  The gun that I had picked up looked and felt like cheap plastic, so I discarded it on the floor (which looked like planked wood) and looked around.  What had once been a desolate no mans land was now lush, rolling grasslands (which looked oddly like the default background for Windows XP).

I climbed down and joined a small group of friends traveling away ("up" was the word that comes to mind).  I had a large relief map on me, and pointed out to my companions that a marked town or village past a river we would have to ford was named after a song (can't remember the name) by the band Spooky Tooth.  They all agreed as we exited the grasslands into a light woodland.  While it didn't sound like a place we would want to live in, we could at least stop and get a Coke at a gas station.

While I'm sure there was more (I get flashes of a tall brownstones will narrow alleys and cobblestone streets, all crisscrossed with low, crumbling walls surrounding parking lots) this is where my memory fades.

Repeat (Of Sorts)

Again, not much.  What I can remember is sparse, but I do recall a feeling of accomplishment.  I also recall opening household computers to service them and finding wildly different configurations (in a single case the contents would have not been able to fit into the case itself).  I attribute this to the nightly reading of House of Leaves, where the idea of expansion beyond logical means of visible, exterior barriers is a definite theme.

See you all tomorrow.

Nothing last night

Nothing to write about, unfortunately.  Whatever dreams I had were very abstract and emotional.  Maybe tomorrow.

So far I think I've attributed the bizarre dreams I've been having too: 1)My daughter's on-and-off sleep schedule, which has only been exacerbated by her recent sickness, and 2) reading Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves, which any day of the week is a strange and disturbing read.  I simultaneously recommend it and warn against it.  Mostly the former, I think. 

Welcome to Dream Blog

This blog was started to share my very vivid dreams with whomever stops by.  The difficulty will be transcribing these dreams into a form that makes sense (and doing this before the dream fades too much).  I plan on starting soon, though this depends on the dreams...