2007/12/11
I can't remember how this dream started.

It was like a fantasy medeival times, with castles and villages outside of the castles. It was dark outside at the time. I had no trouble seeing, but it may have been because there were torches.

The village was being overrun by undead. At first it seemed like a small attack. With every person they killed, though, their army could become bigger. Everyone was running trying to figure out how to fight or get away. I was trying to stay away.

Somewhere to my left there was a little girl and her mother. Her mother was grabbed and swarmed by the undead and I ran over and grabbed the little girl and ran with her. Oddly there was never a moment of her crying for her mother or anything.

We kept running until we were going by another village. My first plan was to run to the other village, but I saw it was being attacked, too. I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before it was swarmed. So I stayed on he outskirts on the village.

Outside of the village to our left was a group of gypsies. They also saw the attack and were ready to run. Somehow they managed to kill the few undead that came their way. My most vivid memory of the dream is one of the undead getting pushed back against a tree and then being set on fire. I pick up the "torch", which was more of a very long stick with a small fire at the end. After a few seconds I thought perhaps we might be followed if the undead saw our light, so I waved it out and we ran in the darkness.

I have no idea how far we were supposed to have run, but before I knew it we were to a town a considerable distance away. I was hoping the undead attack would stay isolated to the previous villages. At that point I was thinking of whether I should stay in that town or stay with the gypsies (in case there was another attack). I still had the little girl. It seemed I took over the role of her parent in a matter of seconds.