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kybearfuzz) wrote2018-09-03 08:47 pm
kybearfuzz) wrote2018-09-03 08:47 pm
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Dreaming of The Filling Dead
I had this dream on Sunday morning and took notes so I could post this later. I was in college and the theme centered around the possession of a specific item. It looks like around stress ball with a folded opening that would leak. It like a piece of ripe fruit, but it wasn't food. If you were the owner of this item, at some point the space you occupied, like a room, with fill up with the dead, zombie like figures that looked like people.
I was a member of the band, playing the guitar, and one of my bandmates was an owner of this item. It appears that there was more than one item, because others also had it. The dead would not attack you or try to eat you, they would just fill up the space you were in until you were overwhelmed and crushed. The dead looked like students with vacant eyes.
When they would appear, you had to get around them and into another room or out of the house. They did not chase you, just appeared and stumbled toward you, so outrunning them was possible. In the dream, there was an older man with them who would speak. He spoke in rhyming riddles with dramatic, preaching tones, each one ending with the indication of a timeframe, i.e. before the next dawn, or as the sun rises again. His proclamations suggested that we had to hurry to do something or this will keep happening.
I was not the owner of this item, but I do remember holding onto it at one point, which may have made me susceptible to being overcome. I was thinking of ways to avoid them, like running outdoors where they could not overwhelm me in a confined space.
I recall the situation playing out like a movie, where these beings would also appear outside, like they were coming towards the house or a school building. They would come up stairs, and with mass flow through a doorway, sometimes spilling onto the floor.
There was not a specific event that woke me, or snapped me awake on Sunday morning, other than heartburn from over-eating the night before.
I was a member of the band, playing the guitar, and one of my bandmates was an owner of this item. It appears that there was more than one item, because others also had it. The dead would not attack you or try to eat you, they would just fill up the space you were in until you were overwhelmed and crushed. The dead looked like students with vacant eyes.
When they would appear, you had to get around them and into another room or out of the house. They did not chase you, just appeared and stumbled toward you, so outrunning them was possible. In the dream, there was an older man with them who would speak. He spoke in rhyming riddles with dramatic, preaching tones, each one ending with the indication of a timeframe, i.e. before the next dawn, or as the sun rises again. His proclamations suggested that we had to hurry to do something or this will keep happening.
I was not the owner of this item, but I do remember holding onto it at one point, which may have made me susceptible to being overcome. I was thinking of ways to avoid them, like running outdoors where they could not overwhelm me in a confined space.
I recall the situation playing out like a movie, where these beings would also appear outside, like they were coming towards the house or a school building. They would come up stairs, and with mass flow through a doorway, sometimes spilling onto the floor.
There was not a specific event that woke me, or snapped me awake on Sunday morning, other than heartburn from over-eating the night before.