Sunrise
By on July 20, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (3)
I remember learning in Psychology that dreams sometimes act as a way to process our day. Let’s say my dreams don’t always follow this model, neither does this one completely, but this dream was pretty close to that overall idea. So here we go…
The premise was quite similar to 28 Days Later. There was a lot of wandering and evading the “infected.” I don’t remember who exactly was with me, but we were wandering around L.A. This could have been the soundtrack:
I don’t remember where the story began, but the earliest memory I have was that we were in a huge parking lot outside a smaller version of the Universal Studios tram ride/the tunnels on the 110 freeway. We walked inside and it was very similar to an underground subway system for walking. Dalas V. was our host for the tunnels. It was scary because tons of the “infected” were in the tunnels and we had to go through in a white canvas jeep/VW van, looked like something that would be parked at an oasis in the desert.
At one point, we met Barbara Jean (Nashville) at her run down mansion on Mulholland Drive. When we were on her porch I noticed one of the “infected” was this one, but she was no longer “infected”. Another “infected” scratched my thumb, but I was OK. Barbara Jean gave us the keys to her Volvo so we could get away from the zombies. But she lied to us because she didn’t have any Volvo. There wasn’t any car that had keyless entry at all. We walked around her stable looking at all these old dusty cars. We found a Lexus with no engine. Her servants told us there was no car, so we walked off.
I woke up around this time, turned off the fan, and saw the sun rising. There was definitely more, but it’s been too many hours now to remember any more.
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We met Dalas V. at Valentines, and he certainly would be excited about this. as far as i can judge from my five minute interaction with him.
Posted by Victoria Bolf | July 20, 2007 @ 11:23 PM
FUCK! this dream description sounds more like the dreams i have than any other dream description i’ve ever heard. why does nothing ever work in your dreams? i want to drive the car, dammit.
Posted by tones | July 23, 2007 @ 2:21 PM
First off, the video of the tunnel is very beautiful. Secondly, this dream makes total sense to me. It’s weird, I feel like you are describing something that really happened, but it a dream-like or written way. Like we wrote a story. Or read a book at the same time.
Posted by Laura | July 20, 2007 @ 11:29 AM