Kirk, Zombies, A Punto and a Rubber Duck

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.

Freaky Dream

It's actually quite difficult to remember but I know that I woke up feeling very, very wrong. I was with a small group of people and we were running from something. It was as if our family members had turned into zombies and we had to run from them. I remember the dream flicking back and forth between my family being friendly and my family being scary.

I know it was a really good story how we escaped from them but I just can't remember it...

Then I was pregnant. I was walking around being pregnant and telling people about it. I then went to a party and had to pop back to my friend Donna's house to fetch some stuff for her. It was a new house I'd never been in before so I didn't know where her room was.

"Make sure you don't go in any of the other rooms, its where the lodgers live."

I ended up going into a room that clearly wasn't Donna's. I freaked out a bit. Eventually found her room and picked up the milk and tampon she wanted. All the milk was labeled with each house mate's name so no one used the wrong milk...

I was then chatting to a ginger girl who I know (and don't really like) from our village. We were talking about my pregnancy. I told her that I was actually going to get rid of the baby.

I then went to a bar where all my friends were to tell them that I was getting rid of the baby. It was a horrible thing to do. I was standing at the bar with my hands on it thinking, 'god this is a bad dream.' Ben, my boyfriend, was standing next to me looking concerned.

"I think this is a dream, I'm going to try and pull myself out of it." I tried to get out of the dream, as I did I saw Ben fading away. I half realised that if this were a dream then maybe I was dreaming Ben too.

"Ben..." I said as I faded out of the dream and into consciousness.

I heard myself say the dream in real life. I looked over and Ben was sleeping by my side. No pregnancy, nothing. It was such a relief.

The Mushroom Does the Talking

I was in the throws of a Christmas party. My friends Estelle and Sarah were there, Estelle was very drunk and asleep in the dining room, I go her a blanket and continued with the party. I popped outside to see my Grandma in the fenced off area, I joined her and asked what she was doing.

"I'm looking for the old Mushroom, the one that talks." She was poking around with a stick. She found the old Mushroom who groaned and turned away. Grandma shrugged, "I just wanted a conversation."

I then went back into the house and into the living room. An old school friend Katie was in there watching Hollyoaks. She laughed at me for only knowing the name of the skankiest one. I watched it for a bit but wasn't hugely interested.

I then went back into the garden to sit down with the rest of the party and have some food. Jack Davenport was talking to the old Mushroom, he looked quite scared when he returned. I asked him what was wrong.

"I'm being tested. Apparently I'm not worthy." He then went into the kitchen and started to cook the Christmas dinner. That was part of his test. I helped him and his eyes soon lit up when he pulled a packet from the cupboard.

"Oh, but we have chirozo and cheese twists!" he opened the oven and put them in. Everything was okay again.

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Sylar Dream

I was at the airport with Dad waiting to see him off on his way to Cuba. He needed some tobacco so we popped into a little shop just outside the airport. I was having a look around whilst Dad was talking to the shop keeper. When I looked up I realised it was Sylar. I freaked out a little bit as Dad gave him his card to pay for what he'd bought.

Sylar didn't have a chip and pin machine. It was all a bit dodgey.

"Dad, I don't think you should be doing that..." I said as I walked closer. There was then a flurry, a moment of blankness and it seemed like we were captured. Sylar walked us out of the shop, we went pretty quietly. He was then talking about a cigarette he was smoking.

"This is strawberry tabacco rolled in gold paper. I'm smoking about a million dollars worth of cigarette." He grinned widely before taking a drag. He then put his arm around me, holding me tightly, almost threateningly. He offered me the cigarette and I took it, taking a long drag, it tasted good as I inhaled. I was no longer scared, I felt special to be smoking an expensive cigarette.

Dad got away, Sylar let him go. Dad wasn't leaving me, helpless and alone. I was important and could clearly handle myself. I recall Sylar was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. I put my arm round him and can vividly remember the feel of his shirt and how slim he was.

I don't remember much else but there was a lot of running up an down stairs...

Lunch Time creativity - Unedited...

Tain stirred, her head was pounding and she felt as if she'd gone twenty rounds with a boxer. Slowly green eyes flicked open to reveal the scene around her. There has clearly been a party, not that Tain remembered such a thing. Slowly she dragged herself into a sitting position and looked around the living room, it seemed to be empty but there was still a stereo playing and plastic cups littered the floor. The brunette sighed and got to her feet, this was not her house and she had no idea how she'd arrived here. Her hangover explained the memory loss and the fact that it was such a good hangover meant that she must've had a good time. 

She exited the living room in search of an exit, she was fully clothed and wearing shoes so she presumed that she was ready to head home. This had happened before and she'd ended up in cities miles away from where she had originally started, if that was the case here then she wouldn't be happy. No doubt she'd gone to a club and been invited back to some sort of house party, that could've been a house party down the road or an hour's taxi ride away. for now there was no way of telling. Tain jumped as she reached the entrance hall of the house, lying in the middle of the floor was a young man, early twenties perhaps, he was covered in blood and clearly dead. It took a few moments to process but soon Tain had walked round him, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bottom of the stairs and was out of the house. 

Before she had time to think about what was going on she needed to get a good distance from the house, she was used to this sort of situation but never under these circumstances. In her line of work she'd always been more careful and would always ensure that she cleaned up after herself. In this case she had no idea whether the body in that house was down to a drunken fight between her and the man or someone else. Either way Tain needed to get away, it seemed to still be early morning, it was cold outside and the sun was just peaking over the rooftops. 

The area seemed to be mainly residential and not somewhere that Tain recognised. She walked for a little while, taking in the surroundings, how she felt and trying frantically to remember what had happened. She was dressed in black jeans and a black tank top, the relisation that she had a smear of blood, red blood, not her's, along her left arm possibly confirmed the fact that she'd played some part in the dead body that was lying in that house. Quickly she wiped of the blood and continued on her way, there were few cars around which was good but if the sun was anything to go by people would soon be rising and heading out to work.  

It was cold and Tain regretted not stealing some sort of coat from that place. The bottle of whiskey was half empty and even frequent swigs were doing little to keep her warm. Soon people would be bustling around and taking her for some sort of dishevled drunk that had failed to find their way home the previous evening. That was sort of true but it wasn't the sort of attention Tain needed. The area was slowly becoming more built up and people were emerging from their houses, jumping in cars and heading off. Tain had been walking for just under an hour and although the sun was higher in the sky it wasn't providing any sort of warmth. 

Tain dug one hand into her pocket and felt the soft caress of a note, she pulled it out and realised it was a £20. Now to find a bus or a taxi, a bus would be preferable she had little desire to tell a taxi driver where she lived. Plus a bus would give her some sort of indication as to where she was and where she would end up. 

Although she had been in London for a few years now she certainly didn't know every suburb. The fact that she couldn't see any high rise buildings suggested that she was quite a way out of the city. She could be walking for hours without seeing some sort of suitable transport, she had no phone and no jacket. What had she been thinking coming all this way out here? She used to pride herself on keeping a clear head when she was drunk and it wasn't often that there were gaps this vast in her memory. She finished off the last of the bottle and found herself pleasantly drunk once again, she wiped the neck of the bottle where she had been holding it on her shirt before throwing it into a nearby bin.  

Soon a bus stop loomed in front of her, some remnant of city life. It had a bench and a time table. The time table, however was somewhat useless as she didn't know what the time was. She sat herself down anyway and concluded, by the amounting number of cars, that it was around 7am. There, in theory, should be a bus in just under half an hour. A further study of the time table showed that the last stop on the bus route was Soho, that was thirty stops from her current location. That would take her straight home but would take almost two hours. Being a car driver Tain did not care to greatly for public transport, the tube was just about bearable but not a rush hour. She always needed control, especially over vehicles, she knew how each little intricacy worked in their engines and how they maneuvered, having a human in charge of that made her nervous. The haze that had been achieved from topping up her alcohol levels had dulled the headache and nausea of the hangover but had not succeeded in warming her up. Only huddling herself into the corner of the bench made any difference and then very little. People often talked about how hot and stuffy buses were and Tain hoped that those people were correct. A hot and stuffy bus may have been her only choice but it was sounding like a very good one. It turned out that it was actually earlier than Tain had anticipated, a clock somewhere far away struck seven times before leaving an eerie silence in the air. That meant that she still had half an hour to go until the bus arrived. That half an hour swung by, Tain sobered up and sat shivering as the bus pulled up. 

She paid the fare to Soho and sat herself at the back of a the bus right under a heater. Although she wouldn't have exactly called it hot on the vehicle it was much more bearable than the early morning cold of outside. Only a few minutes into the journey a police car whizzed past in the opposite direction, Tain wondered if someone had discovered the body. She didn't care about the life she may or may not have taken but she did care about getting caught. She could talk her way out of most situations and when she went about her work she cleaned up after herself. This had clearly been spontaneous, possibly self defence, she'd had no chance to clean up after herself. It was an unknown situation and that was a little scary.  

Soon the landscape started to look like the one she recognised and that was comforting, Soho soon rose up around her and the bus came to a halt. Tain hopped off the bus and headed in the direction of her bar where she hoped she'd find some way of getting in. Trying the door handle to the back of the bar she found that it was open and wondered if she had left it open or if she'd have to fire someone again. She was grateful for the warmth that hit her and looking around she soon reliased that everything was as it should be. No one had broken in. She made her way to the office only to see her bar manager asleep in the office chair, Tain couldn't help but smile. She moved to sit on the edge of the desk before leaning close to the sleeping female. "Ella," she whispered. The manager awoke with a start and Tain grinned, "It's almost ten, have you been here all night?" 

Ella gave Tain a wide grin when she realised who it was that was looming over her, "no I got in at nine, that night was catching up with me."  

The knowing smile that Tain then received made her wonder if she'd been drinking with Ella the previous night. "I have no idea what happened last night. I've spent most of this morning not knowing where the hell I was." She smiled although she didn't feel too proud of the fact that she remembered nothing. 

"I didn't see you after three, you were chatting to some guys."  

Tain rolled her eyes, "tell me about it later, I need to have a shower and get some sleep. I feel terrible. Don't open the bar until twelve if you want to rest." With that she got up and left.