Lucinth wrote:
I had a dream I was a survivor of the zombie apocalypse and a group of survivors and I were held up in some tram station or something. We ran out of food so a team was formed and sent to this grocery store to pick up supplies, I was one of the members. Shit went horribly wrong and we found ourselves running back from zombies and this sentient being that talked with a British accent.
All but one of us made it in as I closed the rolling gate that separated us from the zombies. He was half eaten. The other man stopped to catch his breath as I went to give what food we managed to get + report. A cut scene played and some tape worm looking thing jumped through the holes in the gate and attacked the other survivor.
I came back around and found the man, obviously dead, standing up at least 2 feet taller than he originally was with long green slimy zealot looking arms. He then began to speak to me in the British accent. We were in a tight corridor and I ran past him to go find some sort of weapon to kill him with. He said as I ran past, "You know I have really long arms, this doesn't make much sense now does it?"
Could not find anything so I had to run past him again because I wanted a Flamethrower to kill him + the little bugger inside of him. This time though I slid just out of his reach. He said, "Oh now that's just silly. I should've had you there."
I searched every room but found nothing. Then I had an idea, if I log out he won't be able to kill me. So I went into a corner and started to log out. I woke up from the dream around the 3 second mark but kept counting down because for some reason I was scared and needed to know I was logged out successfully.
I didn't wanna make a new thread for it, I thought it would be an interesting read.
story of my life, no lie
I didn't get to watch TV much as a child. I spent most of my time reading.
