I had a very fun, cohesive dream about zombies that I just woke up from. It was identical to a movie. It had a lot of moments where I thought to myself, “oh, that’s clever” during the dream, as if I was watching a film. Early on Tony Stark didn’t show up, but since he did come in later, I want to say this was Iron Man vs. The Zombies.
It started with a father and son running over very elaborate rock formations in a stream. It reminded me of being with my dad at Eaton Canyon in Pasadena. Anyway, the father was running ahead of the son, played by me. We were escaping some danger, and were panicked. Dad was panting but not stopping. I shouted “isn’t this exactly when we should be careful?! Shouldn’t we be slowing down and watching for trouble?!” The dream was very restrained and didn’t have zombies attack us at that moment.
The stream/river finally ran up on what looked like the remnants of an amusement park, but there was something… British about it. There may have been a ferris wheel and roller coaster further in, but here near the stream there was a croquet field and a volleyball net on the well-kept grass.
We entered what looked like a small administrative trailer, which held an office and a little break room. A zany old inventor type and his young… granddaughter? Too young to be his daughter. Anyway, these two lived here and cared for the grounds. The inventor gave us both weapons to defend ourselves, but there weren’t really zombies in the area yet. They’d be out there and we’d have to clear them out. As a recharge, I took a long pull on a bottle of oyster sauce.
He gave me two weapons, which were awesome. One was a little brass and ivory tube, carved to look like a dragon. You put it in your mouth and when you spat through it, it converted your spit into a very strong anti-zombie poison. “Don’t breathe in through your mouth while wearing it,” he said. And the other weapon was enough to make that dragon unnecessary — it was essentially a lightsaber hilt, but it would generate any blade you’d want out the top, limited only by imagination.
We had a chance to take our arsenal out deeper onto the rolling hills. I actually was able to generate a running chainsaw from that hilt. I remember cutting into a number of zombies with ease — first with a longsword, then something resembling a kukri, and finally the chainsaw. It was very fluid, controlling that thing, and I was lucid. Also, cutting down the zombies wasn’t very bloody; it was almost like cutting through a block of cheese that looked and moved like a man.
Having killed about a dozen, we ran back to the office, concerned that they’d be getting overrun. To our horror, the granddaughter was outside, on one side of the volleyball net, while zombies approached her from the other side! But we watched for a moment… she was commanding them. She had managed to train them to play volleyball. Once in a while they’d break and try to come towards her, but she’d scold them and they’d return to their positions on the court.
Another group of uninfected came around to watch the game, and in the shuffle to get indoors, some of the trained zombies came along inside the office — I guess it had happened because the uninfected didn’t pay attention that the green guys were dead? But no one wanted to go off on the zombies coming in, for fear of killing the trained ones. They didn’t react and actually went back outside, except for one, a young girl in a schoolgirl jumper and glasses. She was indeed a zombie, and I got into attack stance, but she said, “listen, I have this under control. Some of us managed to retain control over our cravings even after we changed.”
I didn’t trust this. Suddenly, she lunged for me and grabbed me by the shoulders… and stopped. It was a test to see if I’d stab her. I didn’t, but not for lack of wanting to — I was just too slow. “See?” she said. “I guess you just go around killing anything that’s rotting, huh?” It was like an accusation of racism.
Cut to opening night of some physics lecture. I forget the name of the scientist, but her first name was like Theodora. Out in front was one of those “ONE NIGHT ONLY” type of posters.
She was… arranging some very artistic-looking cardboard diorama on stage, the show being later at night. The only person in the audience right now was Tony Stark. She said something about her current project, and Tony said “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening, I was thinking about how much I love you.” I remember thinking “oh cool, they gave him a romantic interest that’s not Pepper Potts but another scientist.”
Then my alarm went off.
