Dreamtime of the Dead
We saw damaged buildings and streets inhabited totally by the meandering dead. A loudspeaker said, "Welcome to the world of the future!" Now that I'm awake, that seems a very depressing statement, and this was definitely an enjoyable (albeit scary) entertainment. Maybe we, the group in the car, had one safe enclave, and the statement was about the rest of the world, so the announcement was a smug contrast.
Of course, the car did break down. I tend to think that one level of my mind was protecting me from a nightmare, and that level itself fell asleep.
As nightmares go, it was not so bad. At first we tried to stay in the car. The hungry dead were most interested in the child, who for some reason was on my lap, so we hid her under a blanket. Or tried to, because she didn't understand she was entirely covered and kept trying to get out to breathe.
Then suddenly we were out of the car. We made our way into a room that turned out to be a different kind of amusement, in which people paid to be in a room with weapons, into which the dead were released, and kill the walkers. We found the weapons, but we were still in trouble. Maybe, I can retro-reason now, usually tourists were accompanied by paid attendants who made sure nothing went wrong. Or maybe it was because instead of having a small group let in, this room was wide-open to the whole population of the preserve. At any rate, we fought. I was athletic and competent, since it was, after all, my dream.
Eventually, we had to resort to pretending to be one of the dead, blending in to survive. At one point, we stumbled into a gymnasium-like room of tourists with weapons, and we had to avoid being killed by them. At another, I had to go through a cafeteria line offering various kinds of human flesh and eat what I had picked out as least objectionable! (A kind of human-heart puree.) I had bruises from the fights and always tried to show them, hoping they looked like low-level rot.
For some reason, one of the dead was protecting us, and she rescued me when the others in the cafeteria became suspicious. She took me into a closed room with other humans and some other helpful dead, but with that much human meat in one area, the dead outside the room, who had followed me from the cafeteria, could smell us. At our rescuer's suggestion, the dead stood in front of a fan that they turned on "high," hoping their scent would mask ours.
I don't think that worked, but I'm not sure. Around that time supergee, the world's most wonderful human snooze alarm, began his three tries to wake me up; I'm sure I went back to the same dream, but it was fragmented and all I recall are images. A door bowing in, while I tried to hold it in place, with other humans behind me. Looking hopefully to a hallway down which the amusement park's staff might come to rescue us. Taking several tries to cut a walker's head off.
There were definitely moments of terror, but above all the dream was too full of adventure and too interesting to call a nightmare.
Mood: waking up, grateful for caffeine