Monster Apocalypse

My dreams haven't improved. They're still nightmarish but I seem to be sleeping better. I had several dreams last night probably due to waking up several times. Though I'm not particularly certain of the order. I know at one point I woke up and swore I saw a miniature tree, covered in white flowers, moving in a soft breeze right on my bed. I blinked a few times and it was gone. The glow left its print behind my closed eyes. After that, well, I have a lot of dreams where I'm tearing things apart or slashing through hordes of enemies... but this one seemed sicker somehow. Probably inspired by watching "Feast" the previous week or something. Most, if not all, of my apocalypse dreams involve lots of violence but this is a shorter one and inherently more gruesome in my opinion.

The dream I had, I assume, takes place post-apocalypse of some sort. These ravenous monsters are standing between me and my loved ones. I'm stuck on top of a white trailer with some other folks who are going hysterical. The military is stationed just in view trying to find a way to clear these crazed monsters without getting anyone hurt. They won't have air support for at least an hour. We're content to wait, so long as the monsters don't act up. I get a phone call from my friends, Nigel initially. He's freaking out, Martin's freaking out, Candice, Lisa and Kara are just freaking right the hell out. It's chaos. They can see me via the guy next to me, he has a camcorder that's currently broadcasting. They're in Europe, safe from this disaster but they're scared for me. Naturally, I have the patience of a god damn bull shark in heat so what do I do? I spot a shovel. It's maybe a good twenty feet from where my ass is sitting. I tell him I'll see them in a few. It would be so easy for me to just sit back for an hour and wait for air support. It would be safer for me to wait. I know in my heart of hearts, it isn't a guaranteed rescue. I need to get over to those military boys. I need to get the fuck out of here before the monsters get restless. I need that shovel.

I think the other people are more freaked out than I am when I jump. I don't hesitate. I run straight for that shovel, fuck the monsters. Once it's in my hands, I swing it around and clock one clean across the jaw. It's teeth go flying from its mouth and I go a-running. I bat away as many as I can and I'm almost home free. The army boys are cheering me on and then... I'm face-to-face with the butt ugly alpha monster. He knocks the shovel from my hands, manages to scrape his claws cutting my "Die Trying" tattoo. Oh well now I'm pissed. That thing inside me that keeps me human, snaps. I beat the living shit out of him with my bare hands. I knock his teeth out, claw out his eyes, bash his skull into the dirt until he hasn't been moving for five minutes. I scream. I stand up and I scream at the rest of them. No one fucking moves, fucking breathes. Good.

I trot off into the army truck and they take me to a facility to be detoxed and cleaned up. Then I'm air lifted to where my friends are. Gotta love happy endings.