I had a bent weapon, maybe a screwdriver that'd been bent at an angle. The creature threw it's face at me, trying to bite. I hammered my weapon into its head and dragged it down, slicing through its skull right through to its brain, like cutting watermelon. That weapon couldn't have been a screwdriver. It was unexplainably sharp and ridiculously easy to maneuver.
It wasn't dead. It groaned and reached for me with putrid limbs. I pierced the side of its head above the ear and dragged the blade across its forehead, old blood spattering everywhere. We need to remove their teeth, I thought. I said nothing, though. We left the house and talked to a neighbor in a wheelchair.
I don't know who this person was. He was male, and the only two people I know are in wheelchairs are female. In the dream, we knew him. (Maybe he was a manifestation of Mr. Parker in Philly, a kind neighbor that had always kept an eye on us and our house. But Mr. Parker was black, and this man was white.)
He asked how we were doing and if I knew when this started. I replied that I'd woken up and it was happening, I had no idea when it started. I'd texted Darrin the night before and he hadn't responded (this happened in real life also). I wondered if he was okay.
We were leaving, but the next thing I remmeber is being at a strange room I can't identify. Couch to the left, door in the center and open space on the right. I remember having my backpack on the couch and stuffing it with these snacks and candies that were on the couch, then we had to go.
The next thing I remember, I was pregnant. We went to what looked like a cafeteria to hide out. I sat down to talk to some guys who were discussing the disaster. One asked what my due date was. I replied, "nine months from yesterday". Ridiculous, I know.
Then my parents took us to a church. They should know better, I thought. Even in a disaster like this, no way I was going to pray to an idea.
After that I was on a bridge with nuns (?) who were singing as a choir, although there had to be only 10 of them. I fell down on the bridge, it became steep a few feet away. Here I was about seven to eight months pregnant. It became like a video game, circular objects would fall down and I'd have to jump over them.
I don't know how I got back up that hill. The last scene in this dream was a group of us in an apartment. There was some music playing trying to lure us out so the zombies could eat us while we were entranced. I played music from my phone and laptop, trying to distract everyone.
My little cousin Tre was there, and he kept trying to go towards the music, I kept stopping him. Red lighting accompanied the terrifying music. Eventually, I got everyone to forget the music. There was a child there, young.
I asked her how old she was, she told me "three". I picked her up and said it was time to explain what's going on to her. I told her that everything dies, one day I would die. Trees die after a while, so does grass. The scary things outside are dead. They were people, but not anymore. She didn't seem to understand the relevance of what I was saying.
One of the females in the apartment with us had a glittering, glowing blue face. I couldn't tell if she'd made her face up with some makeup she'd found, or if her skin was just blue. She spoke gently, elegantly, but appeared to be a teenager.
I opened my eyes and blinked.
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