Mannnn! I woke up with my hand on the light switch. I musta jumped outa bed!
OK, I was in a small town of about 2000. and only 50 of us made it to a church. it was the Night of the Hungry Dead. No one else believed enough to seek sanctuary at the church. I was thinking zombies, but these were not the result of a virus, these were...unholy.
The doors were barred, the windows shuttered. Holy water was sprinkled on all the openings. The women and children were sent to the basement. The men had to watch the doors.
At nightfall the screaming started. all across the town you could hear the people scream. There were foot steps and pounding at the doors. Then screams and odd sounds I cannot begin to describe mixed with the growling of wolves. The priests told us to step away as blood pooled underneath the doors. You could hear the hungry dead scratching at the doors and walls. But they couldn't force their way into holy ground, unless the doors were opened for them.
There was a crack in a shuttered window. I went to look out. I was warned not to, but I did anyway...
The moon was full and blood red, giving a hellish red glare. The town was wrecked, cars on fire, buildings literally torn down. Bodies were everywhere, being devoured by the dead.
There were THOUSANDS of the dead. They were not zombies like the movies, they were skeletal with a thin layer of decayed skin covering them. The dead had empty eye sockets, bared teeth, and their fingers were stripped of flesh to be boney claws. They wore no clothes and were red with the spattered blood of their victims.
They only moved when you weren't looking at them. First they were frozen eating their victims. Then they ALL looked at me. Thousands of them were all aware I was looking at them. And then they all silently rushed the window I was at...
and that's when I woke up. out of bed, with my hand on the light switch.
Haven't had a dream like that in a long time...I'm not gonna turn the lights off for a while.
I know it sounds goofy and all. but this was seriously intense.
