Just the Apocalypse

So... as sorta predicted I had some weird dreams last night. As with most of my more memorable dreams, it's little details that tend to bug me. I love how the most gory dreams tend to have those little details. I had such a craving for meat when I woke up from this one...

It started with me sitting at my computer late at night. I move off to the kitchen, my usual time for a midnight snack I presume, and I don't turn on the lights which is my habit. I move around the kitchen rather easily in the dark, I can hear raspy breathing which I assume is Jules sleeping on the couch as usual. I grab something from the cupboard and a fork from the drawer. I move into the laundry room so I can have some light as I fix myself something to eat and to lessen the noise I make so close to my mom's door. I flick on the light and that's when I hear it. It sounds like a wet chuckle. I spin around, dropping the container in my hand, just in time to see the decaying humanoid lunging for me. I duck and his gigantic sword swipes above me destroying everything in its path. He swings it back and I take the moment to stab him in the leg with my fork, then rush away into my parents' room and slam the door. I quickly turn the key and throw the latch then back away. I hear him approaching, dragging his sword behind him against the tile, only when he bangs on the door do I look next to me. In the eerie blue glow of the television, my step-dad and my mom's torn apart bodies lay soaking in their own blood. I back away, towards the patio door, and stumble outside.

Armed with nothing but the silver fork I had grabbed from the kitchen, I run off across the back field. There are people stuck in the barbed wire fencing the yards on Gravel. They're still squirming and crying and being squeezed tighter and tighter. A few tentacles of razor wire lash out at me but miss my ankles just barely. I just keep running, barefoot, down the road. I run and I run until I'm away from the mist, until it seems I've left that terror behind. As I'm walking in total fucking creepy silence - I realize the tank top and pj pants are not the warmest things to be wearing. I stagger down Notre Dame until I reach the Esso on Main Street. People are running, screaming, all around me. Some are being tortured by little burning monsters. Others are being chased by decrepit, armless corpses. I run faster, and faster... I have to get away! These weird white humanoid things are chewing on various corpses. They look up and lick their rotten toothy maws as I run by. Leaping into furious gallops, they chase me - running on all fours like crazed cougars. I don't know when I started crying but I try so hard to outrun them until my legs are burning viciously and my feet are raw and bleeding. They chase me all the way to town and then veer away for some reason. I hear someone's screams and then I know. I don't know, however, how the hell I managed to run all the way to town. I slow down and try to regain some level of composure. Where the hell do I go? I stagger about and somehow, I end up at his place... that is, Martin's place but it's not any place I've been to before. I knock on his door, shaking despite the exhaustion. He opens the door and gives me a funny look. I can only look at him, I have no idea what to say. All of a sudden I'm dizzy and the whole world is tilting. He catches me when I fall forward and asks me what's wrong.

"I... I don't know..." I mutter what I've seen... I ask him if he knows what's going on.

"Oh yeah, just the apocalypse." Martin closes the door behind me and bids me to go upstairs. We sit in his room and he gets me a glass of water before going back downstairs. When he returns, he hands me a plate with cooked meat and angel hair pasta. For some reason I know the meat is human but I eat it anyways all with a glass of milk. I eat it all with the fork I've been holding since I left my house.

It was all very weird... we ended up watching "Hostel" and "Pet Cemetary"... most notably the parts with the Achilles tendon.