Zombies have got to be one of my favorite creatures (and yes, they are real). I have had many zombie dreams, but what I am about to share is one of the most intense and vivid I have had. In the past when zombies have invaded my dreams they have been the slow-moving type, and have been in the distance. As of late they have changed in nature, becoming more brave, and choosing to attack. They have changed into brain-hungry, fast paced, deadbeats! It is time, to enter my mind...
Darkness hung around the city as nighttime was making itself known. The city was large and sprawled about, although the eye could only perceive a small portion of towering buildings due to a mist loitering about. One tall office building rose above everything, even higher than the misty fog. Inside this building was a group of people, ten to fifteen strong.
I was among this group. We were a group of strangers, not knowing one another. But we had common purpose in mind. That purpose was to simply survive. What were we trying to survive you ask? Well, I will tell you...a zombie attack.
Apparently the world had experienced some sort of disaster. Out of that disaster zombies had emerged. Zombies had spread to all corners of my known universe. This was a zombie apocalypse. They roamed the streets and buildings. They only had one desire - to eat my brain.
We ran through the narrow hallways of the office building. A claustrophobic space to be. I carried two items on that night. In one hand I carried a long fillet-type knife, the blade stretching about one foot long. In the other hand I carried a semi-automatic pistol. I remember being conscious of the plight of having limited ammo for the gun, which made me ever grateful of the knife.
As we ran, my mind was calm. Our goal was to reach one of the upper-level floors of the building, but we had a long way to go. Zombies were all around us. They were coming out of doors. There were also large glass windows into some of the rooms. The zombies gave no heed to those windows though. Many times as I passed a window a zombie would come running and crashing through the glass.
In close quarters, limited ammo, and zombie chaos all around me I used the knife. I calmly slashed as zombies came close. They couldn't touch me, for I was determined to survive the night. As we ran many of our party fell. I was not always conscious of when they did, because I was running toward our goal, and in all the chaos there were times that instinct took over and was oblivious to my comrades.
As I was making my way toward the top floor, I noticed something strange about some of the zombies. They looked familiar. Some of them were originally part of the group of survivors that I was with. Some had fallen pray to the zombies, and now they were after me too.
I was one floor away from the top, and that's when things really got intense. I ran up the stairway and a zombie was coming straight at me. I slashed it, and it fell. I then ran into a large room at the top of the stairs. There was more room here to fight, but there were even more zombies coming from all sides. They were crashing through windows and running from what seemed like everywhere at once.
This is when I really went into "the zone". As a horde of zombies ran at me I raised my pistol and dropped a few before they could reach me. Some did reach me, and I calmly slashed as they also dropped. It was like a dance - turning and spinning, shooting and slashing.
At the pinnacle of the fighting, I realized something...there was a Utah Jazz basketball game about to start in the arena across the street. Yes, you heard right, a Jazz game. I peered down through a window and saw people making their way into the arena. I had to get down there. My good friend David Horan was going to the game, and I was supposed to meet him.
I next found myself in the arena, full of fans, and a basketball game in progress...
...and I awoke.
