A Bad Dream
Oct. 19th, 2006 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI was in the fire escape stairway, the one that connected directly to the lobby of my grandfather's old apartment complex in Brooklyn. There was someone in there with me, I can't remember who now, but I knew that they were a friend of mine. We were pressed against a wall in the stairway trying our best to hide. The person told me not to move, not to make any noise or they'd figure out where we were. I told that person I had to see what was going on. I peeled myself off the wall and snuck a glance through the small glass window in the door.
I saw a group of people hunched over a small dog. The people were naked and covered in red gore. The dog was screaming. They were eating the dog alive, plucking the limbs from the sockets and gnawing on them. I was unable to look away and I was watched them from that little window, I realized that the scraming I was hearing came from a human voice and that when I looked closer I realzied that they were in fact eating a small child.
I knew that "they" were zombies. When I play it back in my head, they are blurred out, like a camera that couldn't focus it's shot correctly. But I could tell. Oddly enought though I could make out the child clearly but not the face.
I turned back to my friend and said that this was our chance. We should make a run for it while "they" were preoccupied. My friend told me I was crazy. I had a hand gun in my hand now. I felt pumped up. I felt like I could easily maneuver around them. Besides I had a handgun. I knew to shoot for the head and told my friend that if he stuck with me that we'd both be safe.
He begged me not to.
I look back through the window. Besides the ones I mentioned earlier the coast is clear. I inch the door open, tip-toe out into the hallway and close it behind me as gently as I can. I look to my right: an empty hall. Moving counter clockwise the ones eating the child are still busy. I get ready to go when I hear my name called. I look over to the left. This is where the three elevators stood in the old apartment. All three doors are opened, jammed with limbless zombies that are squirming over each other, trying to
wiggle their way over to me. They're all people that I know. I won't see who but I almost recognized each one. I turn around to run and there's this thing... this smiling zombie with half his face missing and it lunges forward and it bites into my shoulder.
I don't feel any pain. I can feel that something is being done to me but it doesn't hurt. I push it off me and run back into the stairway. I'm bleeding badly. My friend is shriek-crying, hysterical and scared. The one that bit me has his face pressed to the window of the door, it's staring at us with these almost comically wide eyes that tick-tock back and forth between my friend and I.
That's when my friend tell's me that i'm going to have kill myself or else i'll be one of 'them'. I ask him to do it, but he won't. He says the only way I won't come back is if I do it myself. I remember thinking that it was a sin to do this, but then I remember that I didn't believe that actually.
So I did the only thing I could. I put the gun to the temple of my head and pulled the trigger.
Except I did it wrong.
I wasn't dead, blind yes, but not dead. I was lying on the floor and I reached up and touched something squishy and knew it was my brain. But I still wasn't dead. I remember thinking that I should have put the pistol in my mouth and for some reason that would've worked. I tried to move but I couldn't. Then I stopped breathing. The blood from the wound was pooling in my throat and I started choking.
I remember thinking two things:
1)This would work, this would finally kill me.
2)I didn't want to die like this, drowning to death on my own blood.
In the darkness I suffocated slowly, until I forced myself to wake up.
I've never died in a dream before. I sat alone up there in my attic effiecency, trying to reconcile myself with imagery. I wasn't scared by this dream. I was disturbed but not shaken. Really I was just sad. I felt like I did something wrong. Now some eight hours later i'm just confused to be honest with you.
So I decided to trap it here in these sentences. Another bottled demon in Solomon's Temple, named, numbered and captured.
I saw a group of people hunched over a small dog. The people were naked and covered in red gore. The dog was screaming. They were eating the dog alive, plucking the limbs from the sockets and gnawing on them. I was unable to look away and I was watched them from that little window, I realized that the scraming I was hearing came from a human voice and that when I looked closer I realzied that they were in fact eating a small child.
I knew that "they" were zombies. When I play it back in my head, they are blurred out, like a camera that couldn't focus it's shot correctly. But I could tell. Oddly enought though I could make out the child clearly but not the face.
I turned back to my friend and said that this was our chance. We should make a run for it while "they" were preoccupied. My friend told me I was crazy. I had a hand gun in my hand now. I felt pumped up. I felt like I could easily maneuver around them. Besides I had a handgun. I knew to shoot for the head and told my friend that if he stuck with me that we'd both be safe.
He begged me not to.
I look back through the window. Besides the ones I mentioned earlier the coast is clear. I inch the door open, tip-toe out into the hallway and close it behind me as gently as I can. I look to my right: an empty hall. Moving counter clockwise the ones eating the child are still busy. I get ready to go when I hear my name called. I look over to the left. This is where the three elevators stood in the old apartment. All three doors are opened, jammed with limbless zombies that are squirming over each other, trying to
wiggle their way over to me. They're all people that I know. I won't see who but I almost recognized each one. I turn around to run and there's this thing... this smiling zombie with half his face missing and it lunges forward and it bites into my shoulder.
I don't feel any pain. I can feel that something is being done to me but it doesn't hurt. I push it off me and run back into the stairway. I'm bleeding badly. My friend is shriek-crying, hysterical and scared. The one that bit me has his face pressed to the window of the door, it's staring at us with these almost comically wide eyes that tick-tock back and forth between my friend and I.
That's when my friend tell's me that i'm going to have kill myself or else i'll be one of 'them'. I ask him to do it, but he won't. He says the only way I won't come back is if I do it myself. I remember thinking that it was a sin to do this, but then I remember that I didn't believe that actually.
So I did the only thing I could. I put the gun to the temple of my head and pulled the trigger.
Except I did it wrong.
I wasn't dead, blind yes, but not dead. I was lying on the floor and I reached up and touched something squishy and knew it was my brain. But I still wasn't dead. I remember thinking that I should have put the pistol in my mouth and for some reason that would've worked. I tried to move but I couldn't. Then I stopped breathing. The blood from the wound was pooling in my throat and I started choking.
I remember thinking two things:
1)This would work, this would finally kill me.
2)I didn't want to die like this, drowning to death on my own blood.
In the darkness I suffocated slowly, until I forced myself to wake up.
I've never died in a dream before. I sat alone up there in my attic effiecency, trying to reconcile myself with imagery. I wasn't scared by this dream. I was disturbed but not shaken. Really I was just sad. I felt like I did something wrong. Now some eight hours later i'm just confused to be honest with you.
So I decided to trap it here in these sentences. Another bottled demon in Solomon's Temple, named, numbered and captured.