Another nightmare

I keep having nightmares lately, no reasons why.  The only time I get sleep, its the worse sleep I could ever get.  Last night I slept 12 hours and I woke up feeling awful.  I had two very vivid dreams that I could have lived without.

 

The first one.

This one takes place in the middle of nowhere where dairy farms are a frequent, but far between.

I was with two men who would go in and inspect the farms to make sure they were up to standards.  I was just a trainee.  They were nice.  I remember one’s name being Will and another’s being Frank.  Will was about 40 with 2 kids.  Frank was a bachelor at 36.  I was myself in age and stature.  We were called to go inspect a farm where the owners haven’t been heard from in a while.

It is dark when we get there, for whatever reason why, and oddly silent when we get out of the truck.  We see several barns and several animals walking in a pasture.  We approach the first barn.  There are no cows.  We approach the second and that is where I see the most horrific sight I have ever seen in real life or in a dream.  The cows were eating each other.

They just stood there staring at us as they chewed the others like grass.  Their eyes reflected from our flashlights.  We slowly start to back up.  Will bumps into something and I into him.  When we turn around to see, a cow is standing there with an arm hanging out of its mouth.

Slowly they start to move in on us.  Frank picks me up and tosses me into an unopened pin that leads into the pasture.  I take off running for my life towards the truck.  From behind me I hear blood curdling screams from the two men.  I stop in my tracks and turn around.  I see Frank being taken over by cows who are just eating anything in their path.  Will is beating on them with his flashlight before he is overtaken.  I turn back to run for the truck when I see a little figure running across the pasture toward me.  Its a little girl.

I run at her and I grab her up.  We manage to get to the fence and I pick her up and put her over.  I tell her to run for the truck.  She runs and makes it, locking the doors and huddling in the floor board.  From behind me I hear hooves.  I turn around and 3 cows are coming at me slowly.  The others are dead laying on the ground with Frank and Will in the barn.  I start climbing the fence and I make it over.  The cows stop at the fence.

The cows stare at me briefly.  One turns to a smaller one.  It kicks it over and breaks the fence.  The cow lays there making God awful squealing noises from a piece of metal post sticking from its ribs.  The other cows come across, one stopping to graze on the fallen.  I run for the truck, but its being harassed by 3 more cows.  The little girl is screaming.  I start screaming.

I jump up and down and start waving my arms in the air to get their attention.  They ignore me and topple the truck.  I watch in horror as they break the windshield and start feasting on the girl.  I stand there not believing what I see and I just start running for the main road.  Behind me I hear a stampede.

I manage to make it to the road.  No cars are coming.  I run along it for a while.  I still hear their feet against the cement behind me.  My body starts to tire so I stop to catch my breath.  Shortly after, a big rig turns a corner.  I dive out of the way.  I hear tires screeching and I turn to look.  He hit the cows.

The big rig jackknives and falls over, skidding across the road and blocking that direction.  I start to relax as I see pieces of cows flying and parts crunching from under the pressure and weight.  I lay down where I’ve fallen and catch my breath.  As I go to stand up, I feel heat on the side of my face.  I turn my head and there it stands.  The mangled face of the cow that pushed that other over the fence.

Then I wake up when my phone goes off saying I have a txt.

 

When I go back to sleep, I have another nightmare.  I can’t stop having them for some reason!  I don’t eat before I go to bed.  I feel like I’m trying to be desensitized humanely or something.

 

The second dream.

I was in a high rise office building pushing a cart.  I made my way to the 67th floor and I’m wandering around collecting packages and delivering junk I don’t care to know about.  Its in the middle of the day, but the power goes out.  No one pays much attention.  Then the fire alarms go off.  People start looking around in wonder as to what’s going on.  I keep doing what I’m paid to do as people look at each other and out of the windows.  People start whispering and then the screams start.  Someone’s walked out of the stairwell on our floor covered in blood.  I look as the man stands there catching his breath.  He then collapses.  Two other men from our floor move him from the door and go to look out.  We hear feet quickly running up the stairs.

The men run back in and try to hold the door, screaming for someone to get something to block it with.  We start moving desks and furniture in front of it.  We successfully keep whatever is out there away from us.  The fallen man is carried to a sofa in the mean time and he’s not hurt.

We listen as more screams come from above us.  People have started falling from the upper floors with people eating them as they fall.  We watch helplessly as they hit the ground.  Below on the sidewalk, people are being chased by other people and eaten in the streets.

Then the power turns back on.  We all stop in our tracks and stare at the elevator doors.  They ding open.  Horror strikes our faces as 5 mutilated people run out snarling.  The nearest ones are taken down easily as they scream.  The man that was on the couch grabs me and a couple others and drags us into a closet with a sturdy wooden door.  We cover our mouths and just listen as everyone outside is massacred.

When the noises stop, one tries to reach for the knob, but he stops the guy.  He covers his lips with a single finger.  We wait a while longer.  We hear the groaning and shuffling of feet outside and a large crash.  Glass is shattered and furniture is battered as they look for more food.  Then the loudest silence we’ve heard in our lives.  We could hear each other’s heartbeats.

Slowly we get to our feet and grab whatever we could use as a weapon.  Our savior moves to open the door.  We stand silently for a what seems like a lifetime.  He opens the door and slowly sticks his head out.  The floor is entirely empty.  A warm breeze blows in from the broken windows.  The stair case is uncovered.  The elevator doors are wedged open.

We slowly step out.  A soft groan is made from under a desk.  We halt our steps and look.  A survivor.  We pick her up and set her on a couch.  I see to her as the men and the other woman barricade everything back.  She has no scratches or bites, just bruises.  She’s just frightened beyond repair.

I leave her to her rest and we stand at the broken windows, kicking plate glass out to the ground below.  There are bodies everywhere.  From behind us, we hear the crunching of bones.  Slowly we turn and something we missed is eating the poor woman’s arm.  Apparently she died from fright for we heard no screams.  We charge it and it charges us.  We beat it to death and throw it out the window as well as her body as it starts to convulse.

We look at each other.  There are 5 of us on the 67th floor of a high rise with the sun going down broken windows.  The night will be cold, but the stock rooms are closed in with secure doors and there are bathrooms.  The lounge was freshly stocked with sodas, water, and food in the machines that morning.  There’s food in the cupboards and a coffee machine. 

Little did we know that one of the supply closets had zombies stuck in it.

I wake up in the real world, as my body is being devoured in the dream, in such excruciating pain.  My head is pounding and I can barely breathe.  I slept weird and I start coughing.  I roll over as my body pops and stretches out to lay on my side.  3 minutes later, I get up to start my day with the vivid gore and grotesque images plaguing my mind when I blink.