Dream Diary #116: Zombie Apocalypse Now

A zombie apocalypse was sweeping across the nation. The epidemic was spreading so fast and was so imminent that the powers that be weren't even attempting evacuation or rescue procedures; they were merely recommending that people prepare for their inevitable deaths in whatever way they saw fit.

Utterly terrified, I separated myself from my family, barricading myself inside the bathroom absolutely determined that I would survive or at least be in control of how I died. I thought that by entrapping in the bathroom it would bide me some time to think of an escape or survival plan. 

However, everything started to go wrong; from the door coming off the hinges to people poking their heads through the window to chat to me about the current turn of events.

When the husband of the woman I was talking to came to whisk her away to safety I felt a pang of sadness that I didn't have anyone physically present in my life to care about me, the way he cared for her. 

I somehow managed, in the midst of all the chaos, to take a bath; reasoning that if I was going to die, I wanted to feel clean and good about myself.

As the noise and mayhem began to gain momentum and get louder and closer, I tensed up as I prepared myself for the inevitable.

Then, everything went silent.

I looked up and everything was dark.

A mysterious, faceless figure began speaking to me. It explained that it was going to let me in on a secret; the zombie apocalypse had never actually been a zombie apocalypse at all!

Instead, it was a dark, supernatural force, not unlike the 'Slenderman' urban legend that was engulfing the nation and wiping out humanity. 

My blood went cold as I found myself standing on an upper level floor watching as a dark, shadowy figure floated underneath me. I had been given a chance to survive but I knew I had to hide before the shadow found me. 

Dream Diary #109: Desperate Times

Far away from home and with limited opportunities available to me, I found myself, along with two other women, recruited by a local pimp into a prostitution ring, telling myself I would only do it for as long as I needed to until I had enough money saved to make a brand new start. 

It started out simple enough - the pimp expected the other two girls and I to work together to seduce our clients and to give them a good time. While group sex doesn't appeal to me in real-life, in the dream it helped to make me feel less alone and scared.

However, things took a sinister turn when the pimp revealed he not only expected us to have sex with our clients but to kill them afterwards, too!

He didn't care how we went about it, but implied that the more creativity we displayed the more favourable treatment and payment we would receive. He also implied that he was not above killing or severely punishing any of us if we didn't do as we were told.

Horrified, but determined to reach my financial goals in order to make a new start, I sold my soul to the devil and agreed.

To my shock and horror it was surprisingly easy to lure my client to their death as I straddled them and plunged a sharp object into their neck, 'Basic Instinct' style. I don't think I had even gotten to the stage of having sex - I had just jumped straight into murdering them!

The other women, who were still in the process of seducing their clients, looked around in disbelief that I had found it so easy.

Horrified at what I'd done, I fled, taking whatever money the pimp had paid me thus far. I didn't even stop to ask if the other women wanted to come with me, figuring that everyone has to be responsible for their own destiny and I had to look out for number one. If they wanted to escape so badly, then they will.

I knew instinctively that the pimp was furious with me and would stop at nothing until he had tracked me down and killed me. I knew he'd find me eventually, so I did everything I could to bide as much time as possible. I cut and dyed my hair, assumed a different name and went to a train station to catch the next train out of the country. 

The dream then switched completely and I found myself at home with two twin infants - a boy and girl - left in a bucket inside my room. They had been freshly changed and fed at the time of being left there so I went about my day as usual.

However, days passed and they were still there. I started to think, "Hang on a minute, where are the parents and why aren't they coming to collect their babies?" until it was pointed out to me that they were in fact, my babies!

I couldn't even recall being pregnant or giving birth but I immediately felt guilty for neglecting them.

I lifted them out of the bucket and while they were both hungry with messy nappies, physically the boy was fine, but the little girl had a dislocated leg - and by dislocated I mean it had popped off like a doll's leg. I remember feeling scared that social services would be on my case, which I thought was highly unfair since I didn't know how I was expected to be a good mother when until a few moments before I didn't even realise I was one!

Luckily, not only did the baby's leg pop off like a doll's leg, but it popped back in like one, too.

Dream Diary #105: Hotel Myers

In the dream, it seemed as though Michael Myers annually came after me (in the movies, that time is Halloween) and as that time was approaching I booked myself into a fancy, high rise hotel in an attempt to throw him off.

I figured that I wouldn't be in my usual surroundings so he'd have try harder to even locate me and I'd be in a building where there would be lots of people around, so it'd be safety in numbers (even though any fans of the movies would know that doesn't work.) 

I made sure I booked myself into a room on a high floor, that way if he did manage to find out where I was, it would take him some time to get to my floor, giving me a chance to formulate an escape plan. 

Everyone knew about my situation so I had eyes and ears everywhere, ready to alert me when necessary.

In my room, I didn't even want to watch any movies, TV, read, write or anything; I wanted to be on my guard at all times. I listened to every noise waiting for any clues or signs that he was approaching. 

When nothing happened for a while I thought that maybe I had successfully managed to foil him, so I opened my door and asked a security guard what the current situation was. He told me that Myers had in fact been spotted in the area, my heart sank. How could he possibly know where I was?

When he was reportedly closing in even closer, I knew I had to leave and throw him off even further.

I had an escort in the form of a girl, whose job was solely to lead me to a place of safety and she led me briskly down a darkly lit street. She told me she was taking me to the house of a family she knew, and they would take me in. 

However, something about her seemed 'off' to me and some of the things she was saying and doing didn't make any sense. It suddenly became apparent that I was in danger and had to somehow make my excuses and leave without alerting her to my fears.

The Ghost of Green Lane

Green Lane

I was heading towards the shops one evening, in December. It was only about 5 PM, but because of the time of year, it was already quite dark. Nevertheless, I decided to walk through the lane, which is quite creepy and enclosed by trees and shrubbery. I usually avoid this route at all costs when I have to walk home at night, but it was only early evening so I wasn't put off. 

I quickly changed my mind though, when I approached the lane, I saw a shadowy figure standing in the path under the street lamp. I didn't get a good look at them but it looked like they were waiting for someone. Feeling uneasy, I chose to go in the opposite direction of the one I was intending, and decided to head towards the main road. 

After briskly walking several paces, I glanced over my shoulder. To my horror, the figure was only standing a few feet away! It looked like they had followed me, then stopped.  

Of course after that, I started running. Eventually I made it to the main road and continued on my way, putting the panic I felt to to the back of my mind.  

Then, just the other night, after having a meal with some friends, I found out about an urban legend of a ghost that haunts the lane and how it had warded her friends away from danger once. This triggered my memory of that evening and how upon seeing the figure in the lane, my first instinct was to change the route I was intending on travelling in...

(Originally written in 2013)