Where The Stars Are Strange

Below is the dream I had last night.  It is quite possibly the craziest dream I’ve ever had so I thought I’d share.  PLEASE feel free to interpret…this could get really interesting…

As the dream opens I am walking with a bunch of people to a so far unknown destination.  There had been a zombie outbreak and people were being evacuated to different areas for protection/shelter.  As we walked in droves toward the evacuation shuttle I talked to those around me and I was told that everything was destroyed and there was havoc everywhere.  The path we were taking for evacuation was through a somewhat desert like rugged terrain that looked much like Monument Valley with the fiery tint.  Off in the distance wreckage and smoke was visible everywhere.  The entire walk I was afraid we would encounter more zombies although I don’t recall my previous experiences with them in the dream.  I may have had prior dream knowledge that I had fought some. 

The dream shifts and I am on a shuttle like bus/train with many other young people around my age.  I may have been younger in my dream.  I was in a seat 3 rows from the back with someone I knew but don’t remember now who it was.  They may have been a friend that doesn’t exist in my waking life.  Being only 3 rows from the back I could see that in the last seat opposite ours was a female zombie who also seemed quite young.  She was trying to bite and attack those around her but people were fighting her off.  I was wondering why she was with us.   

Finally we were near our evacuation destination and as we entered a dark tunnel I asked where we were being sent to live.  My companion informed me that we were being sent to a safety location deep within Mount Everest.  As we got deeper within I became nervous about not being able to see the sky and being in an enclosed space for an undetermined amount of time.  In waking life I am not claustrophobic.  I continued to ask questions but do not remember them or their answers. 

After the dark tunnel we arrived in what looked like a fake city – much like a downtown in Disney or Six Flags.  The “ceiling” was made to look like a sky depending on the time of day and weather conditions.  At the moment it had a fake blue sky and white puffy swirling clouds.  I remember thinking to myself that Tony Stark AKA Iron Man was involved in the development of the safety zone. 

Once inside the safe haven we were all given living quarters much like dorms.  I think my mom was with me for a moment somehow and I was trying to reach my dad.  In this place – the only way to “call” someone was by eating min-marshmallows one word at a time.  Bite “Dad”, bite “are”, bite “you”, bite “OK”…and so on.  I even let him know that the only way to reach me was via mini-marshmallow.  This was some bazaaro world version of the Morse code.   I somehow reached my dad and he was still at “home” – which was a combination of the house we lived in while I was in middle school and the house we lived in while I was in high school/college.  He said he was doing fine and that he hadn’t encountered any zombies in a few days but that he had to kill the neighbors. 

The dream shifts again and I’m with an official (seemed like the guy in charge of everything – he was much like Dick Roman from Supernatural.  An authority but corrupt).  We were walking together to his office – I behind him – which seemed to be located in a shopping mall which was deserted.  I don’t recall the purpose of being there; I only remember that after we left I wanted to go back in without him there.  The entrance to his office was an elevator and the doors kept opening and closing again before I could get in.  Finally, I took a broken piece of baseball bat – that appeared out of nowhere – and threw it between the doors to jam them open.  As I did so 2 young guards showed up and started questioning me.  One of them liked me (and was very cute) and said he remembered seeing me earlier and that it was OK for me to be there.  I was grateful that he was covering for me and they went in with me.  The office looked like a small theater like room – much like a ride at an amusement park like Mission Space.  The rest of this portion of the dream I do not remember. 

Once again the dream shifts and I’m somehow at a different safe haven visiting Jesse St. James (character from Glee) and we were discussion about where we had each been sent.  I don’t remember where his haven was but I remember telling him about me living in the depths of Mount Everest.  The rest of the dream is a blur…