''I Had a Dream''
It started out with a pig. Quite silly I know, but I hardly consciously decide in what directions my dreams go. I had received a pig for my birthday and I couldn’t stop thinking about how terrible of a present it was and how much I loathed the pig. So, I looked all around the house for something I could use to get rid of the pig. I settled on an airsoft pistol which in the dream had transformed into a handgun. I can distinctly recall saying ‘’ Here piggy piggy piggy!’’ It just sat there on my bed and looked at me with knowing black eyes. I cocked the gun and put it straight to its forehead and BANG! Blood sprayed everywhere and I revelled in it’s quick but messy death. Only... it wasn’t dead. It started squealing and running blindly around the room bleeding on everything as it thrashed around. My first thought was...Shit, now my parents will know I killed their birthday present. I cocked the gun again and kept shooting it, over and over, and over again. But the pig wouldn’t die. I figured its skull was too thick to allow the bullet to pass, and I started to panic. I looked around my room for something else I could use. A screwdriver? No, too short. A chair? I’m far too weak to swing it properly. Then I saw my baseball bat. I lunged for it while the poor beast continued to thrash and bleed. I took aim right between its eyes and struck with all my strength. Crack. Again. Crack. Crack, and finally CRACK! Its innards were now its outards and there was blood. Blood everywhere. I was about to start cleaning it when my mother came into my room and gasped. She said calmly ‘’Well, I can see you’re going to be trouble, I’m going to send you to a boys camp in Montreal for one year, and that should straighten you out’’.
I packed a few things with me, clothes et cetera. I brought the bat and the gun with me though. Just in case I needed them.
I arrived at the boy’s camp in Montreal and met a few of them. They seemed nice. Far too nice. I put my things in my sleeping bag and sat for a minute. My mother left and I was alone. The camp was full of boys, but no adults. I asked a small boy where the adults were and he shrugged his shoulders. He had been there for a while, and he told me there were no adults, and that this wasn’t a camp. It was a prison. I wandered around the camp and suddenly one of the larger boys came running at me. I stood there and slipped my arm behind my back to pull out my baseball bat, he raised his arm and as he went to punch me, I stepped aside and swung full force, hitting his hand. Homerun. He fell down screaming and nursing his hand which had been utterly obliterated by the force of his punch, and the bat. I stood over him and looked at him. Then I left a shoeprint in his face and walked away, with some of the other boys staring at me. Self defence right? A few days had passed without incident, but everyday, there were fewer and fewer boys. Then one day, a helicopter came down into the camp and a man stepped out and began addressing the boys. ‘’Zombies’’ he said, ‘’have started appearing, and I’m afraid most of your loved ones are dead, the outbreaks are far-stretched and we no longer have the resources to take care of you. As he spoke, I gathered my things and snuck onto the helicopter. I cocked my gun and aimed for the general’s knee. ‘’At this time, the threat has moved beyond our safeguards and as we speak, they’re making there way here, in search for the living flesh that they crave so much.’’ I could almost hear the smile stretching across his face. I pulled the trigger and the general crumpled to the ground, clutching his leg and yelling. The helicopter pilot turned around and gasped as he saw the end of my bat heading toward his teeth.
There would be just enough room on the helicopter for most of the boys. The all scrambled on after me and we watched as the horizon turned black as hoards of zombies made there way into the camp. Closer and closer they came. With my gun to the pilots head, I watched as the zombies made they’re way to the general. The toothless pilot started the helicopter and all of the boys watched and the general was torn bit from bit as he continued to crawl toward the helicopter. The zombie hoard encircled him and the pilot took off. I told him to fly us somewhere safe. He refused so we broke his knee. He flew the helicopter over the boundaries of the camp and started to put it down, everyone panicked as we looked outside to see zombies scattered across the city. ‘’Fly you stupid fuck!!’’ He turned around and spat blood at us, so we ripped him out of his seat and the boys began pummelling him on the floor of the helicopter. The helicopter started to spiral downwards without the pilot and we braced ourselves for a harsh landing. We came down in the middle of a street and opened the door. Zombies everywhere. I hopped off the helicopter holding my bat firmly. The boy who had attacked me only days before grabbed the bat and pulled it out of my hands. He took a swing at me and knocked me in the arm. My vision went white and I exploded at him, taking the hits in stride as I made my way toward his face. I had him on the ground, and I plunged my thumbs directly into his eyes. They slid out of the way and the tips of my fingers hit something soft behind his eyes. His screams grew louder and he pummelled me continuously. Feeling my thumbs had done the job I got up and aimed a kick at the side of his head as he blindly scrambled to get to his feet. I picked up my bat and swung at his head, I didn’t care about aiming, I just wanted him dead. My bat came down on the top of his head like a dull guillotine and I could feel the reverb through the bat as his skull shattered. He fell backwards onto the ground, I looked around and I could see that some of the zombies were closing in on me, most of the other boys had ran away, and I saw that some hadn’t escaped the dead. The large boy shook sickly on the ground as blood poured from his face, his hand broken. He looked like he was in shock. I grabbed the bat in both hands like a sword and plunged the end of it in his face, where the bone was already broken. The wood sunk into his face, without breaking the skin, but that had done it. I stumbled away, only now noticing my own injuries. I looked back and saw the dead ripping into him. An easy meal.
Stumbling through the streets of downtown Montreal I began noticing how void of life it was. How many had made it out? I kept walking, stopping to ram my bat into a grey head. The dream switched and I found myself on the outskirts of Airdrie. It was daytime now, but the zombies were coming thicker now. I remembered Laurie at that point and wondered if she was still alive. I made my way to her house over a few fences and knocked loudly on her door when I arrived. ‘’Laurie!!! Are you a zombie?’’ I heard quick footsteps inside and she opened the door and let me in before quietly shutting it and bolting it. She had knives tucked into a belt and her hair was pulled back. Her shirt was stained with blood, but she looked calm. ‘’Where is everyone’’ I asked. She told me that many had left but most had barricaded themselves in their houses, fighting them as they came. She told me her parents and sister were dead. A few days ago, they had decided to take a bottle of pills each, and sit and enjoy their last moments together. She said she had tried to dissuade them, but they wouldn’t give in. They took their pills, Laurie had spit hers out, and been forced to sit and watch her family pass out and die, one by one.(original I know.) ‘’Wouldn’t they wake up again?’’ I asked. She motioned to the blood stains on her shirt and told me they wouldn’t be able to. She changed the subject and told me she hadn’t eaten much since then as there wasn’t any food left. Her family had been holding itself up in the house for weeks now. We needed to get supplies. And we needed to regroup. We snuck all around Airdrie, meeting others along the way and collecting food and supplies. On the way we had collected Aidan, Morgan, Matt, Rima, and a few others simply tagging along. I wondered how the boys from the camp were doing. As we made our way to my house (which was to be our home base) we encountered a group of about 30 dead walking toward us, blocking the narrow streets to my house. We could have gone around, but Aidan had shouted out that zombies were just stupid dead idiots and we would be able to get through them no problem. Aidan was carrying a large chef’s knife and he started toward the group stabbing and slashing his way through them, taking about 5 of them out. Rima had nothing to defend herself with and she has stupidly tried to run through the group, we tried to stop her but she had gotten herself too deep in for anybody to help her. She just looked at us and started crying. A collective thought seemed to run through the group ‘’Oh hell.” We charged into the group, smashing cutting stabbing and screaming and trying to avoid their cold grasps. Rima was spinning around in circles and yelling out slapping them and trying her best to not be eaten. One of them grabbed a hold of her and started clawing her trying to draw her in for the bite. Matt leapt over a group holding a hockey stick and began shoving them back. He whipped around and caught Rima's attacker in the head, throwing him off balance and on the ground. We had taken out a good number off them so we pushed through the rest and finally made it into my house.
My mother stood, admiring the skin of a small boy hanging from a light fixture in the kitchen. A little girl whimpered in the dog kennel in the living room.
“She’ll have to wear her brother’s skin’’
We locked my mother in a room in the basement that night. We let the girl out of the kennel and she immediately ran to her brother’s pelt and started pulling herself into it. At this I heard my Mother scream from the basement “She’ll have to wear her brother’s skin!!!! She’ll have to wear her brother’s skin!!!! SHE’LL HAVE TO EAR HER BROTHER’S SKIN!!”
‘’Mom! Be quiet!’’
“SHE’LL HAVE TO WEAR HER BROTHER’S SKIN!’’
“Mom, I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Matt was behind me trying to get the girl out of her brother’s skin.
“SHE’LL HAVE TO WEAR HER BROTHER’S SKIN!”
I made my way downstairs and the focus shifted to matt, who was still struggling to get the girl from out of the skin. Rima sat in the corner screaming and Aidan had gone into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. In the basement, I opened the door and my mother came bursting out of the room, knocking me on the ground. She ran full speed past me and slammed her head into the wall. I called for Aidan who was crying from the laughter and we dragged my mother back into the room. As we came up the steps into the kitchen, we saw matt had finally coxed the little girl from the skin and we had noticed that the faceless others that had followed us had left. Morgan had started playing with the skin, putting the face up to her own and trying to scare Rima, who already lay in a ball in the corner crying. This went generally unnoticed. The doorbell rang. Zombies don’t ring doorbells. I opened the Door and saw my oldest brother Aaron with his girlfriend standing there like nothing had happened.
“Did you guys see those zombies outside? They’re a scary bunch I tell ya.”
I spun full circle and passed out.
When I awoke I was alone in the middle of the street. I still had my bat and gun on me. It was night time. I jumped to my feet and started back home, walking casually past zombies and the dead that littered the street. Every once in a while one would get too close and I’d have to give it a few knocks to the head. By the time I had made my way back home, it was daylight and I saw my dad in the backyard barbequing and generally having a grand time. I asked him how he had been surviving and he told me he had been eating people.
“Zombies do it, why can’t I?”
I looked at the grill and noticed matt’s burnt face staring up at me smiling away.
“Gross dad.”
I swung the bat into his face and knocked him to the ground, and then I pulled out the gun and shot him.
The dream switched again, and I was back in the kitchen with the little girl, only now she was faceless, just a blank, flesh coloured mass in the middle of her head. She was trying to squeeze herself into the skin again, only now the skin was bloated and rotten. I got close to her and her face whipped around and a low growl erupted from her.
Then I woke up. I still don’t have a job. I'm sorry for killing you mom and dad. I had to! I apologize! It was an accident!
Well, anyway. That was one of my dreams, I'm sorry it's not terribly interesting, because none of it actually happened, but, I thought I'd get them all out there, and hopefully we can all have a few laughs at my subconcious. Peace out!
Roar! Ya, I drew this after waking up from my spooky dream. It's just some high art is all.
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