Dream Spores - 13. In a World full of Zombies, Lights in the Dark and the Snow

In a world full of zombies

In a world full of zombies I found you again in an auditorium packed with survivors.

The journey there was hard and I actually did not want to enter it, but I was tired. The people around us stared fondly at us, emotionfilled, when I had to crush and kiss you, on our knees and in tears.

Next to ours were an empty hall, one with undead, and another one with survivors who were already interspersed with ghouls. This door we closed again quietly. I wanted to run away with you, but you only led me into a corner of this dusty, dark hall and kissed me.

Lights In The Dark And The Snow

(This time it was all connected, but I'll start recounting not from the beginning, but from ~ )

I was standing in an open plaza or road, very vast it was, like the entry-field part of a convention center, with two of my actual real life friends, Do & Ja. They were telling me things, when a wind came up, and somehow it caught in my army backpack and dragged me very deliberately all over the place, legs stretched out and feet scraping on the ground like in a comical running animation, before picking me up and carrying me through the air – It got rapidly darker during my flight, and very scenic. The landscape was all trees, soft hills, ponds, lakes, rivers, fields and meadows, but unfamiliar, and I was slightly spooked, but too fascinated and charmed by the views so that I didn't even try to stop, land or even change direction or fly black.

It was nightly dark, but bits of the dark blue sky had other hues shining through the black cages of branches I passed, like reds and purples, and I passed beautiful wooden houses in white with colourful windowframes, verandas, little towers and bay windows, and around them, the stark black trees and bushes often had lights hanging from them, or spraying out of them: Tiny weak little dots in white or very pale blue, green, pink and what you can imagine, dropping like rain down from the naked black silhouettes against the dark blue sky and black ground.

So I watched and was fascinated, until I came to a house that I knew I was going to enter. I was floated in front of it, then down into the lake metres away from its veranda. This time I used my will, and flew back up out of the water to face the house again. A beautiful young blond woman came into my sight. She walked through the snowy garden in a thick coat with a hood, fur turned inside out for proper warmth. She was headed towards the door.

I sank a little back down into the water at the bank, submerged myself in the shallow water as well as I could, but basically only lay there on my stomach in the dark.

She looked my way and frowned.

She couldn't actually see me in the dark, but I reckon she saw that the lake's bank or the underbrush on it had a lumpy bump more than usual. She came closer and said something like: "... What IS that...?"

Finally I couldn't hide anymore and got up a little to let her see me. I had an intuitive idea of sorts, a sudden burst of knowledge I couldn't have had, and told her I had come to save her (little) brother. (Apparently he was currently in trouble somewhere.)

Somehow, a little time later, she and I were inside. She was sleeping and I laid her down on a cushioned bench in an alcove with a window. It was on the ground floor and happened to be near the door I had seen from outside.

She didn't have the warm winter furs on anymore, but regular pants and such, and was very peacefully asleep. She was smiling. That was so... well, charming, that I had to lie down on the bench with her. Even asleep, she took my arm and put it around herself.

I woke up once or twice to notice us having changed position a little, but she stayed asleep the whole time.

The last time I woke up she was awake and already talking to me, as if I were only now tuning in to an ongoing conversation.

She told me something along the lines of 'Who knows what my parents will say, especially my father, when they come home to find me with a strange man,' and she said she liked me (in other words, that I can't remember now, and probably never existed anyway, but I know had a profound meaning of very deep trust and affection). I wondered where she generated that trusting certainty, but she happened to be right in a way. I was somehow very fond of her.

After that there were disconnected bits about demons and angels, ugly barbecue angels, a face-stealing fur-face demon and grubby water in a glass with a dead white butterfly in it.

And flight preparations. But that was all while waking up, I suppose.