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I had a number of dreams last night that I wanted to record details of but I let the monkey get the better of me for too long this moring and going to work took precedence.
I do remember
- it was about Xmas time and in between other bits of the dream I was visiting people for various meals
- meeting a woman (through an article on greek mythology or similar she wrote in in Canta) about my age, who I hit it off with. She apparently knew of me by reputation and wondered why I was single, given that apparently a lot of women talked about wanting to go out with / sleep with me behind my back. By the end of the encounter I wasn't technically single any more.
-- she had either short sandy or log red hair, and was bulkily proportioned but not unpleasantly so.
- quite a bit of the rest of the dream had an undercurrent of waiting to hear back from her by txt - eventually I called and she'd just been too busy (Xmas) and out of town. She never came back into the dream.
- at the last meal I somehow ripped a huge lump of what looked like mutton fat out off my foot, leaving an open wound (about half of my foot) with stringy raw-looking but not bleeding flesh behind. It then turned out that we were in a research facility where a zombie virus had got loose - very slow onset but a lot of my friends were already in more advanced stages. I decided to fight it (and them) as long as I could with whatever means at my disposal - I got bitten a few times (by people who are unlikely ever to bite me in real life) to little effect. Some army guys did turn up with sub-machine guns but when I got my hands on one they only fired bbs and while an auto burst of 20-odd bbs to the chest or head wouldn't be healthy for a living person all they did to zombies was knock them backwards a little bit, if that. Completely failed to stop them escaping the station, several people were arguing that letting them out was the right thing to do.
- I can't remember exactly where in the dream - before or after the zombies but I took a wrong turn driving through Chch and ended up on a one way street to the top of the Catholic cathedral (pre-quake and with a fifth much taller spire in the centre) where I talked with a statue which might have been the Archangel Michael about something he needed/wanted me to do or something I had done on his behalf, although I'm not clear what that was.
I do remember
- it was about Xmas time and in between other bits of the dream I was visiting people for various meals
- meeting a woman (through an article on greek mythology or similar she wrote in in Canta) about my age, who I hit it off with. She apparently knew of me by reputation and wondered why I was single, given that apparently a lot of women talked about wanting to go out with / sleep with me behind my back. By the end of the encounter I wasn't technically single any more.
-- she had either short sandy or log red hair, and was bulkily proportioned but not unpleasantly so.
- quite a bit of the rest of the dream had an undercurrent of waiting to hear back from her by txt - eventually I called and she'd just been too busy (Xmas) and out of town. She never came back into the dream.
- at the last meal I somehow ripped a huge lump of what looked like mutton fat out off my foot, leaving an open wound (about half of my foot) with stringy raw-looking but not bleeding flesh behind. It then turned out that we were in a research facility where a zombie virus had got loose - very slow onset but a lot of my friends were already in more advanced stages. I decided to fight it (and them) as long as I could with whatever means at my disposal - I got bitten a few times (by people who are unlikely ever to bite me in real life) to little effect. Some army guys did turn up with sub-machine guns but when I got my hands on one they only fired bbs and while an auto burst of 20-odd bbs to the chest or head wouldn't be healthy for a living person all they did to zombies was knock them backwards a little bit, if that. Completely failed to stop them escaping the station, several people were arguing that letting them out was the right thing to do.
- I can't remember exactly where in the dream - before or after the zombies but I took a wrong turn driving through Chch and ended up on a one way street to the top of the Catholic cathedral (pre-quake and with a fifth much taller spire in the centre) where I talked with a statue which might have been the Archangel Michael about something he needed/wanted me to do or something I had done on his behalf, although I'm not clear what that was.
