DumboOctopi

This is just a place where I'll write my dreams if i have any for that day. Don't judge to hard I'll write it when I literally gain consciousness in the morning so I don't forget details. That being said in my dream sometimes I dream about people i know and I'm not sure whether to leave there names in it or change them. if i get anyone that's interested In this please tell me in not good with this.

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One reason I am doing this is for practice i have one novel I'm writing (not fan-fic but original) that is still in the early stages so if y'all want to read that it's called The Hidden God An In Office or search THGAIO

Dream Journals

very fun dream, context i somehow knew before hand. i lived in a shelter during the zombie apocalypse with 8 other survivors and one of them was my brother.


as we all gathered to eat the "leader" said, "we're running low on supplies does anyone want to volunteer to make Runs."


Everyone knew runs where could be extremely dangerous but myself and my brother volunteered without question. Apparently we always did we knew the best spots or so i thought. 


As tony (my brother) and I were running on top of roofs like some kind of parkour ninjas his foot was caught by a vine and he fell towards the bottom. I of course had to jump down to help him out. he was fine nothing a tuck and roll can't save, but the problem were the zombie's. 


They wore the cruelest joker looking grins, and had bone spurs needles in their hands. they're sickening laughter brought chills to me. The only thing I could do was grab my brother and run. 


Apparently sometime in all of that we grabbed supplies because my backpack was filled with food. I knew these zombies wouldn't let us die peacefully, so i told my brother to run ahead i will slow them down. They immediately knew what i was doing and started throwing their needles at us like little crossbow bolts they ripped and tore my body. luckily I managed to stop them from reaching my brother and he was far enough ahead i couldn't see him. 


I look back then around me and I'm surrounded no way out, so I let out a roar and start throwing the needles stuck on myself at one of them at first i noticed it not doing anything but after the 30 headshot it's dead. i take out my hunting knife and start killing them and my hands start healing, i start getting, hitting harder, no longer bound by senses i notice I'm killing them very easily. but i feel weird i have this devilish grin as i kill them. 


I look in a fountain to see my reflection and i look just like them then i see them approach from behind and put they're hands on my shoulder with the same smile from the devil.


1/26/22