June 11, 2004

• Just a quick dream before I have to run to work. Really, it goes without saying that it was an odd dream, doesn’t it? All my dreams are odd. This was something like “Dawn of the Dead” combined with “The Stand” and maybe a few other horror movies I’ve seen but forgotten over the years. Perhaps a bit of “Night of the Comet” and “I am Legend” was thrown in for good measure.

  
  

  It must have been the future because the people had built “sky scrapers” and then built up a platform around them supported by the buildings themselves. So the area below the platform was the “Underdark” where poor people lived and rich people lived in the light. Someone was knocking old buildings down, and it was bringing down the platform in places. Of course, this may have been a different dream entirely which just sort of glammed onto the beginning of the creepiness.

  
  

  Some famous politician or religious leader had had a vision that there was going to be an epidemic of “West Nile Virus” in five years in the Ohio region. So five years later, when nothing immediately happened, people were very relieved. Then people started getting sick, but this was no West Nile (unless I am mistaken about the symptoms!). People who got sick would shrivel up until they were light as paper mache. By the end of the dream, since there was no one to take care of the sick, they were shambling through the streets like zombies and attacking people because everyone was too afraid of contagion to help them.

  
  

  A bunch of survivors were holed up in an apartment building. Supposedly, any indication of sickness and a person would be thrown out into the streets. However, there was one guy who was making trouble.

  
  

  Everyone heard a gun shot was were soon gathered in the apartment where they had heard the shot, but the guy was no where to be found. There was a black mark on the ceiling which hadn’t been there before, so they started poking along the ceiling when a body wrapped in plastic fell through onto the floor. Someone got the bright idea to poke their head up through the hole and there were dozens of bodies wrapped in plastic.

  
  

  Instead of ousting people who were sick, the leaders of the survivors had been killing them and experimenting on them. Don’t ask my why they didn’t get rid of the bodies when they were done. It seemed they had discovered that Glycemic acid (Blood Sugar?) was the cure and it could only be harvested from the brain, and to a lesser extent from the rest of the body, of someone who was died while sick with the so-called “West Nile Virus.”

  
  

  So everyone was forced at gun point to go out and pick up the dessicated dead. Somehow, many of the bodies had been dismembered, so it was easier collecting heads than you’d think. Everyone walked along behind a cart and threw in parts as they found them.

  
  

  Then I was watching a child vampire as old as the Earth with his “servant” in a penthouse. The vampire had the sickness, but instead of dessicating, he was turning to dust. His servant was all for killing him before the other vampires found out he was sick, but the vampire said, “Kill me, kill the cure,” while drinking from a glass of water with someone’s dentures floating in them.

  
  

  So he walked out on the balcony and complete turned to dust. The servant started crying and gathering up the skeleton when another vampire appeared and was very pi$$ed that the servant had kept the older vampire’s illness to himself. While they were arguing, the “dead” vampire suddenly was rejuvenated, but then he started devolving through various animals until he was a snail and then *plink* gone. Then he’d appear again, go through the devolution again, and *plink* again.

  • 8:13 am
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