My dream starts out with me hiding in an underground bunker with some people. The Zombie Apocalypse is on, and we're pretty much trying to keep it together. We can venture outside when we know the zombies aren't around, but if they sense us, they come forward and try to eat our brains.
The bunker is kind of small, and there is no place to shower or poop (you know, two very important things to consider when the Z.A. is going on.), which distresses me because I want to shower. Luckily, there is a restroom. Above ground. So a couple of us make a dash for it and try to get clean and use the toilet before the zombies come back. It didn't work, and we have to battle our way out. Unfortunately, there is a casualty, and the rest of us run to the steel trapdoor and start banging on it. We get back in, and then we decide to try and make a break for it. Where? To Barbados.
Somehow, we knew Barbados to be a safe place with no zombies about. How this knowledge came about, I don't know. Dreams have no logic. So we wait for it to be semi-clear of zombies, then we start hiking. Now this next part is not going to make any sense at all, unless you grew up where I grew up. So just disregard it if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about.
Anywho, we start hiking down the hill in Moss Landing (which, in real life, is just a tiny hill, but in my dream it's a fucking mountain) so we can get to the harbor and steal a boat to sail to Barbados. There are jungles and forest growth all around (in Moss Landing? Come on.), and some of our group decides to try and shortcut it across the jungle part rather than walk down the hill/mountain. We all eventually meet up again, but of course, there are casualties. A friend lost his girlfriend, and I lost my kid (this part squicked me out).
We finally reach the harbor, and instead of just taking any damned boat and leaving, we argue about which boat to use, like we're going on fucking leisure cruise or something. The decision is finally made, and we start heading out of the harbor. And then we start arguing over stealing a different, larger boat.
After a day's trip, we reach Barbados, which is totally impossible, because Moss Landing is in California, and Barbados is in the Caribbean. When we get there, we realize that we are screwed, because someone in our group was infected but didn't say anything. Before we could kill him, he infects a bunch of other people, which means more zombies. Somehow the solution comes about that if we're all infected, we'll all be normal. Which makes no sense whatsoever, but then again, this is a dream world. And then I woke up.
Now that I think about it, there are other bits of the dream that I didn't add (like the couple in the trailer hiding from the zombies), but I don't remember where they came in. And they're just fucking weird, weirder than what I just wrote. So yeah.
I think someone laced this Melatonin with crack.
You obviously used the Panama Canal. Duh.
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