I recently had a dream that was pretty interesting. it was the second dream in a sequence of three very bizarre dreams that i had in the period of one night. i remember them all fairly well but this one the best, but these dreams were weird in that i've never, ever had a dream like this. most of my dreams are usually a new variation of the same few "plots" my brain reuses (or whatever, im not an 'onironaut' or anything like that so bear with me) - and ALL of them take place in familiar settings, or places i've seen before (like in the dream i am in a church, but when i wake up and remember my surroundings it was clearly the campus of a college i don't go to but is in my city) . in one night i had three dreams, all with weirdass "plots", all in weirdass places that i've never seen before in my life. anyways.

the one i remember most vividly, you might see why. it started kind of abruptly - i was walking on a sidewalk full of people... more like a catwalk. because it was in the sky, suspended under an interstate road or something like that. there were other interstate roads looping around, over and under, and then under those bridges and roads were catwalks full of people. so it basically looked like an interstate junction with all the loops and you know, all in the air, except chock full of people walking as well (i couldnt tell you if cars drove on the roads - i was under them). sort of some futuristic-ish feeling setting or something.

anyways i'm walking when i see this guy on some sort of access catwalk, just him, walking above and to my side of the crowd i was following/walking with. i even remember him, overweight, long hair beard glasses and a backpack. and i then watch as he just climbs over the rail and hops to his death... wtf? but like, noone apparently noticed it, and i guess dream-me was like 'alright thats weird' but i kept walking. until another guy who looked different (but i forget how), who was walking on the crowded catwalk-sidewalk-road just turned and also jumped off to his death. this time though people noticed.

i dont remember the next little sequence very well, but it seems like people weren't freaking out, just this time it had been noted by the public at large that someone had just killed themselves, and a police officer arrived who then asked me to come with him for questioning at the station. though i can't remember what happened, i found myself no longer in that catwalk highway but on what i can only describe best as "the street of an 80's sitcom neighborhood in Chicago at night" where we went what looked like an apartment building (i remember thinking that before dream-me realized it - a near-lucid thought?!), yet dream-me just followed this guy into the apartment building, and to what looked like a door to an apartment. he opened the door and we went in and this is where dream-me is like wait this is an empty apartment room? before the cop lunged at me and began attacking me. but like... he wasn't trying to kill me, he wasnt FIGHTING, it was like he was just insane or trying to maybe eat me. and he wasn't even using his gun.

so we're more or less grappling, and fighting, and i manage to pull his gun out of his holster, and maneuver it towards his chest and blow a small hole through it. he flew back and landed, and got up and continued attacking. so i shot him again and again and he still kept coming, but his revolver ran out of ammo.

that's when it hit me - zombie?! - and that's when i realized i had a gun (dream-me just always knew it was there i guess, there's no way my brain would leave me unprepared for a zombie) and pulled out my own revolver. and i shot him in the head, and he flew back and hit the ground. and then HE GOT UP AND KEPT ATTACKING ME. so i shot him again, and again, and ran out of ammo, and we started grappling, and that's when i woke up. like i had had enough and was like "time to bail!"

wtf