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joysweeper ([personal profile] joysweeper) wrote2007-12-27 11:59 am
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 Yeeg.  White dragon must grow up soon or it will die. 

Red dragon still has some time. 

I dreamed last night about a Zombie Apocalypse thing.  It was sort of an immersive videogame, and I would see a sort of Wikipedia page with links to each... level, I guess.  It happened on an island, and sometimes I was me and other times I was a generic game protagonist who never spoke.  The first "level" was the intro thing, and I found a lot of bodies and a door that someone was banging on and opened it, and zombies came out, as well as a guy who wasn't a zombie.  He said that they were harmless because they didn't associate live humans with food.  Then he went and impaled himself on a stake and was then eaten.  And then the zombies were not harmless.

The Wikipedia page had a link to a description of that level.  I didn't click on it, because I saw other levels.  The first few involved me and some scientists getting off-island.  I don't remember it too well.

One of them, some people off-island called for an airstrike, but survivors on the island radioed and told them to stop.  So I had to go back and get them before they were eaten or firebombed.  It involved some guy being in denial about his son being a zombie, and lots of running, and I had no gun, ever.  Just stick-type things.  Apparently zombies explode when you hit them hard enough.

The last one before I woke up, I found the last survivor in a little cabin.  It was an old woman who looked very like a hag.  She had zombies strapped in car seats in the cabin - or maybe they were giant big-bodied spiders, I'm not sure - and she took my stick and killed them.  And then she went outside to "get more" and I locked the door and heard lots of scratching and tapping.

I didn't really like that dream.  Now I am paranoid.