Who needs bad zombie movies...

...when you can have bad zombie dreams?

I was inspired to write this post after a tweet by fellow CoG Kelegacy:
Well, I just happened to have an undead dream of my own last night. I've had dreams like this a few times, probably related to the sheer quantity of zombie media I seem to consume these days. This was one of those occasions though, where I actually remembered most of the content. In this dream I mostly took the narrator position, so it felt like I was often switching scenes and characters, sometimes even viewing events from an aerial position. Onto the dream itself...

A father and son team are working out of the basement in the corporate headquarters of a company on a secret experiment. What kind of experiment? Creating the undead of course! The first scene is in one of the basement levels with the father and son moving between cages of undead, with the area dimly let by hanging lamps. The undead seem to be a mix of those which are little more than mobile skeletons along with others which are more fleshy and green in colour, like a traditional ghoul. There seems to be some deep disagreement between the two about the ethics of their experiments with the son arguing that the experiments need to stop. Meanwhile, the hands of the undead are reaching between the bars of the cages, touching the lab coats of the 2 scientists, but they don't seem to notice.

By the next scene, the undead have somehow broken free and the father and son as pursued through city streets. The undead seem single minded about their pursuit of the two (my dreaming mind informs me that they have a way of tracking them) but they take a moment to jump any fleshy human who comes too close. Conversion is rapid, 28 Days Later style, quickly producing hordes of flesh hungry runners moving through the city.

Onto the next scene where I get a first person view from the son as he moves through a kind of hospital / university campus desperately looking for shelter. Each building that first seems promising is quickly a scratch as the doors burst open with students and staff fleeing, closely pursued by runners. Eventually, he moves up into the hills behind the campus, hoping to find shelter in the woods. There are a couple of near misses as infected (too injured to be called runners) rise out of the long grass to grab at him but eventually...

...the next scene where the son is sitting in the woods with a group of about 10 other refugees who appear to have made it to safety. Everyone is covered with blood and gore and appears exhausted. A brown skinned petite woman suddenly approaches the camp and informs the son that he is the saviour. It turns out that, as part of their close involvement in the experiments, both the father and son have developed an immunity to the infection. Not only that, but contact with their blood almost instantly cures another infected. Over the next scenes, the cure spreads as fast as the initial infection in almost the same fashion, with each cured infected going on to cure others (I believe my brain borrowed this idea from a vampire movie I recently saw). Everyone seems to be calm and relieved that the incident is over, although many carry grievous wounds such as missing limbs. Of course they all forgot about...

...the original undead from the experiments! Who knows where they've been for the previous few scenes but they're back! The cure via the scientists' blood has no effect on these original undead and they enter the scene chomping on both the healthy and cured infected without discrimination. The son and a group of survivors retreat into the campus grounds into a tutorial room, quickly baring the door with book shelves, a sofa, and anything else heavy they can find. The pounding on the door begins and the undead swiftly tear through the panels on the door. A teenage boy reaches through a hole in the door to swipe around with a kind of cutlass that he is holding while another survivor calls to him to not be so stupid. Sure enough, the boy is dragged through the hole.

Around that time I decide to wake up. Oh well, I don't think I missed anything too important . Anyone else had dreams inspired by the undead?