I was alone, climbing some stairs to get to a friend's flat where she was having a party. This friend was Effy from Skins. I climbed the stairs in a low ceilinged corridor, I then had the choice to go around to the right or straight up some more stairs in front of me. I called out for Effy and heard her voice around to the right. I went around, climbed more stairs, turned a corner, more stairs then opened the door and walked in. I saw a few people in the room before the dream faded out and I half woke up.
Upon getting back into a dream world I realised that I was now an extra in a sketch Stephen Fry was taking part in. We were in a queue for some fast food and the guy in front of us was being really annoying so Stephen was having a massive go at him until everyone was having a go.
We were then in another sketch, same fast food place but all of a sudden people started getting naked. All of them men. None were fit and this wasn't a sexy thing but they were naked and dancing a the side of the queue. One of them was all painted green, I was impressed by how he was /all/ green. The dream then flicked to that same staircase, I was going to Effy's party again. I was relieved to find out that I would finish the dream. It had been annoying it just fading out on me. I wanted a party.
I called out the same as before and went up to the right. Still, something was drawing me to the door in front of me. Something sinister. I ignored it and went to Effy's. Same thing again, I looked around at the people then the dream fizzled out. I was half awake again.
I got back to sleep and was in a hotel ready for some sort of conference. I was waiting at the lift when a couple in their 60's came to wait with me. We ended up chatting because the lift was taking ages. The man told me a story, here it is:
"We requested a wakeup call for this morning from one of the bell hops. The guy came into our room at seven am. I was in bed but, you know how it is when you sleep, the covers come off, you get hot. So he walked into the room and the covers weren't completely on me. I was, you know..." he made a gesture with his hand to signal that he'd had an erection.
In the dream this story was hiliarious but writing it down makes me feel a little sick.
That dream then fizzled out and once again I was on these stairs going to Effy's, I called out and ended up in her apartment. The door that was directly in front of me looking more inviting. I ignored it. Once again dream fizzled out and I woke up.
Upon falling back to sleep I was on my laptop in the garden of a really nice house. I was looking at my facebook pictures and realised I'd posted a dirty one of Ben. I took it down immediately. I then found that I had an email from my Mum entitled 'Frankie Porn' I didn't really want to know what it was. She then rang me asking how to add an attachment to her emails as whatever she'd done hadn't worked. I told her then moved on. I then received another email with all the Mundesley lot (my home village friends who I used to drink with) in an attached picture. They were in the pub clearly having a good time.
I then rang Mum to see if she had made the attachment work. She had. She then said something along the lines of "so it is you and Karen who are pregnant now."
I was like "WUT?"
I asked her how she knew I was pregnant when I didn't even know. She said she didn't want to tell me. I kept asking and she said it was because I was fat. *sigh*
I hung up on her only to ring her later on. "I want an abortion." I said simply.
"You'll have to make an abortion appointment."
"How do I do that?"
She then explained.
All of a sudden I was then at home on the sofa with Ben. I told him I was pregnant and he smiled. Actually smiled and I felt heartbroken as I told him I didn't want it and had booked an abortion appointment.
I then woke up and was so happy that I had done so! I hate dreams about being pregnant. I am nowhere near that point in my life. I fell asleep again and was in another, horribly vivid dream. I was standing by a small, sandy graveyard looking at some of the graves. There was one that said 'Adam Lloyd' - a friend of mine from Mundesley - I thought it couldn't be his grave and I got all scared. It took me a while to realise that it wasn't Adam's grave but someone who had been born in 1889. It was a relief.
I was taking photos of the graves. I had put down a yellow rubber duck in front of one of the graves that had a small mirror on it. I was getting reflective shots. I was with my friend Tim and Captain Kirk.
"Woah, can you see this?" Tim said
I turned around to see a loads of people just standing backs to us staring up a hill. Because we were already quite high up - I've no idea where we were but it wasn't England - we could see that there were loads of these people just standing. I took the opportunity to get a few photographs. On the last picture the flash went off. I thought nothing of it until the people started turning around.
Zombies.
Bloody zombies.
"In the car!" Tim shouted.
Kirk had ran into the graveyard to gather our stuff. "Get the rubber duck!" I told him and I know it was important to me. Kirk was ahead of me and handed me the duck.
We then piled into Tim's little blue Punto and off we went, running down a few zombies in the process.
We ended up away from the zombies and at a black of flats. I went in on my own only to realise that I was in the same staircase I'd been in during all the other little dreams. I was going to Effy's party again. I made the resolve to remember this dream, to concentrate on staying in the dream world. I tried to remember what it had all looked like so I could fill in the blanks if anything started fading out.
"Don't forget the guy on the sofa is wearing a sky blue jumpsuit." Kirk was behind me. I felt safe.
I called out to Effy and walked around the corner. The other door had no pull this time. I walked into the room. It all stayed solid for a few moment before it started flickering. I had to concentrate so hard to get it to stay where it was. It flickered but I kept it all there.
Once everything was staying solid, Kirk walked over to the window to look down at the gardens and street below. The garden he was looking into was the same one that I'd been in with my laptop earlier in the dream. I sat in a circle with Effy and her friends as we passed around a spliff. The spliff was somewhat soggy and floppy. Not good. I didn't have much.
I then picked up a small yellow t-shirt and realised it was important. Its importance had nothing to do with what it was but I knew I had a quest.
We then left Effy's and went back to Tim's car. Kirk got in and I was looking down the road feeling a bit strange. There were then sirens. The police were after us for running over the zombies. There wasn't time for me to sit in the back of the car. I opened the driver's side and half sat on the driver's seat with Tim. He was in charge of gears and pedals, I was steering.
Everything went a bit GTA, I had mini map in my peripheral vision, I could see the flashing blue and red lights. We drove fast and dangerous. We ended up on a motorway and were hitting a lot of cars. At one point it looked like we'd lost the back end of the car but we were okay. Soon we lost the police and pulled into a wide, seemingly abandoned driveway. We needed to rest.
Tim stayed in the car and Kirk picked the lock to the house, we went inside to gather supplies. As we were thinking about leaving. I realised the whole purpose of my quest. The t-shirt symbolised friendship between Kirk and James Norrington. I had to make sure they were reunited. I told Kirk this and he nodded, he wanted to desperately to be reunited but it was too dangerous to go back to Effy's house.
I told him that we'd be able to make it. He smiled then nodded. We quickly left the house and as we were getting into Tim's car a van pulled up. It was the owner of the house. He quickly realised his house had been broken into and that we were the culprits. He started shouting for someone to catch us.
The way we had to get out of the drive was by driving around the back of the house. We had to drive between bollards. It was tricky and we had to take it slow. Kirk handed me a gun. It was a shiny silver FNP .45 ACP handgun. It was so beautiful.
"Wave it around as if you are going to shoot, it should stop them from pursuing us."
I undid my window and I began to shoot. It was different from running over the zombies. These were people coming out of their houses to help the man. I shot them. I missed a few times but I got some hits. They were looking directly at me as I killed them.
We eventually drove through all the bollards and get back onto the main road. It was deserted now. No people, no zombies. We had to stop as a jaguar had set up camp in the middle of the road. It growled at us. There was a mum jaguar and a dad jaguar and a little baby.
We got out of the car to sort of move them along. Instead the mum jaguar launched itself at me grabbing my gun hand. I used my last two shots to shoot it in the head. I then grabbed baby jaguar and slammed it on the ground. Dad jaguar took a bit more to kill. IT was brutal. I hated myself.
We were on the road again and we knew that wild animals were moving into the towns and cities taking over where humans had left off. Effy's apartment was no longer safe but we had to get back there for James Norrington. We reached the apartment. Once again Kirk and I went up the stairs. We went around to the right and up more stairs. I asked Kirk to check for jaguars.
He peeked around the corner. "Jaguars" he said simply. I darted around the corner and grabbed the adult one, then signaled for Kirk to open the little window in the corridor. He did and I threw the angry cat out. We walked past its babies and I felt horrible again.
Walking into the apartment Effy was no longer there but James Norrington, dressed modernly and looking beautiful, was there. He and Kirk embraced and then kissed.
I then woke up.
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