I had a dream today

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Today I dreamt of a judgement day event… probably not THE judgement day because I survived, but only just.

At first, there was a long build-up. I was walking around inside this huge building and there was a grim atmosphere, everyone knew a massacre was coming. The US president was trying to organise a 20 minute silence for what was about to occur. People were looking at ways to spend these last moments in a huge building with nothing to do. I eventually figured that it wasn’t likely that I would survive this, but I would try. I still felt I would be of the few who made it. There were little holes in the wall where you were supposed to cut off your own tongue for identification purposes; they told people to scream when they did it. Scream so much that you forget about the pain and only think about screaming.

All too soon, I found that people had congregated in the main hall, everyone on one side, and a few people on the other. It appeared that this entire event was happening because people just couldn’t agree and it was all coming to a head. My family and I were young, barely older than children. I kept thinking that there was some prophet here somewhere; a boy the same age as me, who had all the answers and who would survive to create a new day. The people at the front of the room began addressing the crowd. My sister kept interrupting, asking them impertinent questions, being loud and obnoxious. We told her to shut up and show some respect but she didn’t listen. Eventually people decided to run for it and all hell broke loose. I saw a soldier, fully equipped. I tried to run but he shot me in the back. That was the first time that I ever felt numb… numb all over my body except for that single point in my back. I can still feel it now. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I saw myself from outside my body, and I was just lying there, thinking to myself. I thought to myself, oh… well that’s it then, and started praying to God just to make sure I was going to heaven. I was rather confident that I would… I was actually rather pleased. There was a song going through my head, the only lyric was the name “Ali,” … I don’t know why. The name means “lofty, sublime,” which rather fits the tone of the song and what I thought awaited me after death. Eventually I found that I was not dead, I was looking through my eyes again and was laying on a bed, with bandaging around my chest. I couldn’t move properly and feared paralysis. My brother came into the room and asked if I was ok, I said I was. Eventually I could feel myself able to move a bit more and more over time. And then I woke up, the song still going through my head.

[RosiWolf]

I had a weird 'Judgment Day' dream once....but it was a bit wacky because it was me and a bunch of other kids that I knew were riding in a bus....made entierly out of concrete...then I was running from something and ended up stuck to the ceiling of a crumbling building with my 8th grade science teacher right next to me. So yeah, it was just a tad weird. I remember that everything was either falling down or crumbling as I ran past it. I'm still not sure what I was running from...

[Armalite_]

I remember my judgement day dream. It stared out with me sitting in a small farm house surrounded by a handful of sad looking people I've never seen before. We watched the news on the TV with people looting, shooting, and the spread of a disease, people were getting ripped limb from limb by the infected. The disease was the thing that made people go crazy and kill other people so basically it was like the rage virus from 28 Days Later. One of the older men I was in the room with was mumbling on about a chance of escape to Alaska. At the same time, windows began to shatter all around the room, including the TV. I stood up and looked out the exploded window to see crowds of the infected stretching for miles and running through the fields towards the house. It was honestly one of the scariest things I'd ever witnessed. Everyone started to panic but it seemed like I wasn't in control of my body and I was watching everything in third person but I witnessed it all through my own eyes. As everyone ran to barricade the windows and door, I remember standing up from the floor and walking into the next room. I had no idea what I was doing but I got my hands on the shotgun that was leaning on the wall. Now my original plan was to defend the house as long as there were shells but there were only 8...enough for everyone in the room I was with. So I knew from then on what I was about to do and I couldn't stop myself. I remembered loading the gun and saying the names of the people in the room (I don't remember them) for every shell. I walked back in holding the gun and they all turned to look at me. A single tear ran down the face of the youngest girl in there (probably around 14). I flinched evey time the gun discharged and before I knew it, everyone was dead except myself. I remember crying, getting on my knees in a pool of blood, and the way my hands trembled as I stuck the barrel in my mouth. The sound of moaning, screaming, and banging on the door was the final thing that made me pull the trigger. I woke up instantly, screaming and then I puked. That is the only dream I will probably remember for the rest of my life.

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Very impressive, I've never had a zombie dream before... I have had a gundam dream, even though i dont like gundam...