I had a weird dream and the bizarre thing is I can remember most of it. So I wrote it down before it completely disappears. Warning, it contains some horror elements!
I was stuck in the airport and I was carrying a backpack on my shoulders. The terminal wasn’t teeming with life. Just a handful of people walking around, minding their own business.
The weather was atrocious; heavy rain lashing out at the windows. Beyond the window, I could make vague outlines of planes standing alone. Some lights were pulsing in the distance. We weren’t going anywhere.
I walked to the ticket desk and there was a blonde woman working. She didn’t look up. I don’t know her from anywhere. I started flirting with her and making eye contact. That was until a fellow traveller, beside me, remarked I was only interested in getting a visa from her. Although that wasn’t true, I still became defensive and stopped talking.
Feeling a bit deflated, I sat down on a cushioned bench. I leaned back and closed my eyes.
I then opened them again. I was somewhere else. I was in a city shrouded by fog. I was seated on a light motorcycle. It wasn’t switched on. An archway towered above me. I hopped off the motorcycle and walked down a few feet down the street, getting my bearings. I can see a few two storey apartment blocks ahead of me. There was chaos in the street as several Chinese people were pushing past each other. The fog was closing towards my direction. For some reason, this name popped in my head twice; Racoon City. I recognised it from the zombie videogame and movie, Resident Evil.
I felt a sense of uneasiness, so I jogged away from the fog. As I raced ahead, several people around me were sweating profusely. From their expressions, they knew something was happening to them but didn’t know what it was. Their eyeballs rolled behind. It would have shown a white colour except that a second iris appeared. The irises were a sickly yellow colour and a black line was drawn vertically across. Almost like cat eyes.
I kept on running and looking back. The infected was growing by the numbers and its momentum was being sped up. I ran into a bunker and slammed the door behind me. I knew it would not be enough to hold back the infected people.
I ran down this corridor and a man ran past me towards another doorway. A second man was hanging upside down from the ceiling. For some reason, I knew he was hung upside down as a prank. Unfortunately, they picked the wrong day for it. The first man was ready to shut the door on me as the crowd was descending towards me.
I kicked the doors wide before he was able to shut it. Once I was in, I helped him to secure the doors. I jammed a metal bar through the handles as the infected pounded their hands on the door. The man hung upside down was attacked and eventually pulled down. Not wanting to wait, I ran ahead.
That was when I woke up.
OK, boys and girls. I hope you enjoy reading that. I honestly have no idea what the dream means. I ought to check out some dream dictionaries to figure out the meaning of it all.
In this dream, I was aware that Racoon City was a ficitional place from a videogame. I never played it but I did see the movies. It is not the first time I have been chased by the Infected or Zombies