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Kali Maxwell · 09-04-2005, 11:18 AM

I used to be terrified of zombie movies, even though I am now a fan, but I had a recurring dream for a long time that involved zombies. It started when I was about 10.

I was in a mall with my mother. It was night, just after sunset, and we were considering going home after getting something to eat.

We were just entering the food court when we heard people start screaming. A crowd of shoppers ran around the corner, running past us. We just stood stunned, wondering what the hell was going on. The first couple zombies we saw managed to grab the guy at the very tail end of the human stampede. They pulled him to the ground and starting tearing him apart.

My mom and I ran, as did the rest of the people in the food court.

For some reason zombies were everywhere. Hands were emerging from the lowered steel curtains that covered the entrances of closed stores. They were entering all the doors, and somehow had even gotten upstairs already.

I got separated from my mom in the crush and kept running on my own. Some guy grabbed my hand because I was starting to lag behind, and told me not to wander away from him, no matter what.

The lights went out, and I could here screaming, chewing, and disgusting ripping and splattering noises all around, echoing off all the tile surfaces. The only light was from the moon through the skylights.

The guy I was with led me to a hallway where all the bathrooms and the janitor's closet was. He told me to go into the closet and hide, he was going to check on something. He left, but I didn't want to go into the closet; the door didn't look strong enough. I went into the bathroom instead. It was pitch black inside, and I navigated my way over the sink by touch. I thought I was safe, but I thought I heard something moving in one of the stalls. I suddenly realized there was no other exit besides the door, and that swung inward; if they came in, I'd be cornered.

So I left the bathroom. I could still hear screaming, but it sounded far away. I heard footsteps and a man's silhouette appeared. I thought it was the guy who'd helped me, so I ran out to greet him. It was a zombie instead. I came to a screeching halt about a half foot away. I didn't run; I just stared up at it in horror. Its hands came down on my shoulders, and it looked down at me, cocking its head to the side. Its eyes were glazed white.

I always woke up after that part. I didn't stop having this dream until I was 16.

09-04-2005, 11:18 AM	#49
Kali Maxwell Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: In a place that's way too damn hot. Posts: 66	I used to be terrified of zombie movies, even though I am now a fan, but I had a recurring dream for a long time that involved zombies. It started when I was about 10. I was in a mall with my mother. It was night, just after sunset, and we were considering going home after getting something to eat. We were just entering the food court when we heard people start screaming. A crowd of shoppers ran around the corner, running past us. We just stood stunned, wondering what the hell was going on. The first couple zombies we saw managed to grab the guy at the very tail end of the human stampede. They pulled him to the ground and starting tearing him apart. My mom and I ran, as did the rest of the people in the food court. For some reason zombies were everywhere. Hands were emerging from the lowered steel curtains that covered the entrances of closed stores. They were entering all the doors, and somehow had even gotten upstairs already. I got separated from my mom in the crush and kept running on my own. Some guy grabbed my hand because I was starting to lag behind, and told me not to wander away from him, no matter what. The lights went out, and I could here screaming, chewing, and disgusting ripping and splattering noises all around, echoing off all the tile surfaces. The only light was from the moon through the skylights. The guy I was with led me to a hallway where all the bathrooms and the janitor's closet was. He told me to go into the closet and hide, he was going to check on something. He left, but I didn't want to go into the closet; the door didn't look strong enough. I went into the bathroom instead. It was pitch black inside, and I navigated my way over the sink by touch. I thought I was safe, but I thought I heard something moving in one of the stalls. I suddenly realized there was no other exit besides the door, and that swung inward; if they came in, I'd be cornered. So I left the bathroom. I could still hear screaming, but it sounded far away. I heard footsteps and a man's silhouette appeared. I thought it was the guy who'd helped me, so I ran out to greet him. It was a zombie instead. I came to a screeching halt about a half foot away. I didn't run; I just stared up at it in horror. Its hands came down on my shoulders, and it looked down at me, cocking its head to the side. Its eyes were glazed white. I always woke up after that part. I didn't stop having this dream until I was 16.