Mae’s Messed up Dreams #15
This one is relatively everywhere, and it’s a 2-part dream.
It starts off with me in my school. The layouts kinda weird, though. There are extra floors and elevator shafts everywhere. I’m running with a friend who’s not a friend, because there are zombies everywhere.
At one point, I’m clinging to the wires that hold up the elevators, and I’m sliding down. I can’t let go completely though, cause there’re these particularly nasty looking zombie guys at the bottom trying to reach me. So I swing into this opening in the wall in front of me, just as the elevator in question comes zooming down and explodes as it hits the bottom of the shaft, thereby squishing the zombies and spewing fire were I just was moments before.
I look around a notice I’m actually outside. But more zombies are showing up, catching and eating people I’ve seen at school who were trying to run away. I start to climb the side of the building, trying to stay out of their reach. I make it to the top and find an opening into the school, and find myself in an entirely new part of the school I haven’t seen before. It’s a new floor entirely devoted to the cafeteria. The best part is that it seems to be zombie-free.
Or so I thought, before one comes barreling around the corner and straight towards my unprotected face.
I wake up, realize that I’m not zombie-chow, and fall back asleep.
I now find myself in the middle of the arena of Catching Fire. Seems that the odds are NOT in my favor when it comes to dreams tonight.
From the little I can gather in my dream sense, I’m from District 14, and our export item is maple syrup. My partner, some guy tribute I’ve never seen before, is already dead. I’ve somehow made an alliance with Finnick and Katniss, because they find my skill usefull. My skill? Making my opponents laugh themselves silly the moment they see me, giving Katniss and Finnick enough time to kill them.
I think we’re in the final eight. Just as I’m about to ask what we should do now, I see one of the trees starting to move on its own. It’s crawling towards us, and it’s vines are slowly tangling themselves around my legs. I’m trying to run, but then I get lifted into the air. I scream, and just as the tree reveals a face with razor sharp teeth, about to eat me, I wake up again.
Why does everything wanna eat my face?