A strange dream

Last night, I had a strange dream.

Not that that is really out of the ordinary, I have strange dreams most of the time, but this dream felt different.

For the last several nights I have been dreaming that America is kind of falling apart. A few night ago I dreamed that there was a war going on through the winter, and it had even affected my neighborhood, but we were having a dance, so that things would feel normal anyway.

They've all been dreams like that. I don't know why I've been dreaming about wars and how Americans are trying to keep pretending like it wasn't happening, I guess maybe the whole thing with Syria is getting to me.



Last night, I dreamed at first that I was at party with my family, my sister, my father, my mother, and oddly enough two of my cousins. We were at a church that was high up in the mountains, surrounded by woods.

I was outside, in the parking lot of the church, talking to my friend, James. I was telling him about my upcoming birthday party, and telling him that he should come.

My cousin, Noah, came up to us and asked if we wanted to play sardines with him (for those of you who don't know, sardines is like hide and seek, except there is only one person hiding and everyone else is seeking. If you find the person who is hiding you have to hide with them. I have no idea how you win the game, I just know that is how it's played).

We all went into the church to play. I found James first, and we ran outside to hide in this forest with miniature trees. We sat there in the trees, trying not to laugh while Noah walked past us several times, unable to find us.

Then, I dreamed that my family and I were in an armored car, along with a 12 year old girl, who was friends with my sister, and a boy, who I have dreamed about before. In all my dreams he is my boyfriend, and I know who he is, but the second I wake up, I forget what he looked like.

There were 4 marines in the car with us. It was dark outside and we were travelling down a dirt road, through a forest, trying to get back to the village that we lived in.

Apparently, there were these people who had been taking a certain drug, and it killed their brains. They were like zombies, only they were still living. The marines told us that if we saw any of those people to just shoot them on sight, because they would try and eat us.

The armored car broke down, so the marines got out and built a platform thing out of sticks and told us to all get on it, and they would carry it.

We gathered all the weapons, which were all longbows, and got onto the platform. I had a terrible feeling the whole time and didn't think it was safe.

A woman, one of the zombie-people, came out of the woods and attacked one of the marines, causing him to drop the platform. Several more came out and attacked the remaining marines, leaving only us civilians to defend ourselves.

My sister picked up one of the bows and started shooting the zombie-people. She easily killed them (she really is a good shot). My mom and dad also started shooting them. I don't know about the little girl or the other guy, I wasn't looking at them.

I ended up with just a sharp, rusty piece of metal that I was trying to use. My sister told me I had to use a bow, because I couldn't let them get close enough to me to use the piece of metal. It's not like I would get infected if it bit me, but it would eat me, so I had to try using the bow.

I'm not a very good shot with a bow and arrow. I'm much better with a gun, but it's all we had.

For a moment, there was nothing. We were just standing on the dirt path, and nothing was coming out of the woods at us, but then one, an elderly looking woman in a slip, came out of the woods, towards me.

I tried to shoot her, but I kept missing. Finally, I had to use pieces of the broken platform because I was out of arrows. That's when I finally was able to aim properly and shoot them.

My dad told us that we had to try and survive for just a little while longer. The zombie-people couldn't be in the sun, because it would burn them. It was almost sunrise.

We waited a little while longer, and only a few more zombie-people  came out of the woods. When the sun finally came up, it kind of immediately filled the sky with light. I don't know where we were, but it must have been in the flatlands somewhere, the sun never rises that fast in the mountains.

It was amazing, when the sun came up. I almost could see sparkles. I was so happy, it was like the sun had washed the despair and chaotic fear of the night away.

I hugged my sister and told her that I was so glad that she was alright, because I would have died without her.

We walked down the path until we got into the village that we lived in.

It wasn't our house, but whenever people had started eating other people, everyone had been evacuated into these villages. The stronger people would live in the houses on the outside of the villages, and the weaker people, the elderly, the babies etc... would live on the inside of the village.

Our house was on the outside. It was a yellow cottage with white trim. It was a beautiful little house.

The little girl went into the inside of the village, her family had died so she had to live in a group home type thing, where the children who's families had been lost to the zombie-people lived. The guy who was with us went to his own house.

My family and me went inside and put down our weapons, which we weren't supposed to have anyway, but we still had them because of the attack.

My dad went out into the porch, because it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and bright and the air was warm and everything.

I heard him call us all outside, so I went.

The sun was getting bigger, and turning red. I could see the flames on it. Suddenly, it started pulsating, and the sky started turning blood red, and things were getting dark. It got very hot and I couldn't see very far away, I could only see a few yards in front of me, and all that was bathed in a dark red light.

My family and I all started praying.

The little girl, my sister's friend, ran up on the porch, shaking and crying.

She held out her hands to us. I looked, and she was holding a bunch of blue pills.

She told us that we had to take them, because the radiation from the sun was going to turn us in the zombie-people, and that the marines were rounding up all the people who refused to take them because they were a danger to us all.

I told her that I refused to take them. We all refused. She started crying harder, and saying that we were the only family she had left, and if we didn't take them, then she would loose us too.

Then the guy who was with us earlier, my boyfriend, came running up the porch steps. The little girl ran off, crying.

He said that they were taking the people who didn't take the pills away, and that we needed to get to safety, and he knew of a place where we could go.

We went inside and got the weapons and I grabbed my scarf.

I use my scarf as my head covering, and I didn't want to leave home without it.

He took us to these caves, and told my family to hide there, but he wanted me to come with him.

He took me to this flat place next to a cliff. There was a train caboose there, but it wasn't on the tracks.

The man who owned the caboose had somehow fixed it so that he didn't need to use the tracks anymore, but could just drive it wherever he felt like.

We got on the caboose, and the man inside started laughing.

Even though I didn't see what had happened, I just somehow knew.

My boyfriend's mother and the caboose guy had been in love in highschool, but they had gone their separate ways. The caboose guy had become a drunk and the woman had gotten married and had several children.

Eventually, her husband had died, and all but two of her sons died, one of them being my boyfriend.

The younger son had died in the zombie-people apocalypse, and she had gone to find her highschool love.

Her other son had gotten mad at her and refused to talk to her, because he hated the caboose guy so much.

But then, the world had begun coming to it's end, and he knew he had to make amends with his mother.

He went into the room where his mother sat at the piano and asked her forgiveness. She forgave him, and the caboose guy asked if we would like to come with them to a safe place.

We got the rest of my family and he took us to this ruined city. Most of it was destroyed, but there were a few buildings still standing.

One of them was a television broadcasting station, so we could see what was going on in the rest of the world.

The sun's radiation was breaking through the atmosphere in some places, catching the villages full of the people who had taken the pill on fire. The landscape around us had been completely leveled due to the sun catching things on fire, but where we were was safe.

There were only a few people there. They were all people who had not take the pill. One was a pregnant lady, who my mom stayed with. Another was a girl that my sister went with to find food in a sweet shop.

My dad, me, and my boyfriend all went to this old office building, where there had been doctor's offices, nurseries, and other places that would hold things that we needed.

My dad went up one set of stairs and me and my boyfriend went up the other.

As we walked, we were holding hands, and I told him how I thought that this place felt safe, and that we could live here for a long time. He told me that we were in the end times, and it wouldn't be long before we were either killed, or God would come back for us.

We met up with my father at the top of the stairs, and my sister came up with him. Me and her found a nursery, where we began finding things for the baby that would soon come. I remember thinking that, even though the world was against us, I was glad that I had the people that were with me in the end.

I woke up, feeling a little confused. I had though all this was really happening.

It made me think, the end time could happen any moment now. I really pray that my whole family is with me.

I don't know exactly what to make of this dream, if anything at all, but I though I would share.
Cheers!