Recently, I’ve been obsessed with zombies and the threat of a zombie apocalypse. My dad and I have had multiple conversations creating and revising our family protocol in case of zombie emergency. Needless to say, this obsession is probably fuelled by our favourite TV show, The Walking Dead. As a result, I’ve had a few zombie dreams in the past month.
The first was a rather comical one. I wasn’t in the dream, but I was watching it unfold like a movie – ‘Hong Kong comedy zombie flick’ is probably the best way to describe it. Basically, there are 2 male characters hiding in a public washroom. One of the guys acts and speaks like a Chinese gangster.
Kinda like this guy
He frantically whispers to the other man, “WTF are we doing in a shit tank?” Mind you, this is all in Cantonese. The other guy goes, “Whatever, the toilet seat is made of gold.” Camera pans to toilet. The seat is indeed made of gold. Cue angelic ‘ahhh’ sound. Then, a zombie comes crawling in and the 2 men huddle closely, shrinking deeper into the bathroom stall. Suspenseful music. Suddenly, the gangster shouts in frustration, leaps out of the stall, and starts kicking the shit out of the zombie. ”YOU LOOKING AT ME? YOU F***ING LOOKING AT ME?” he shouts while repeatedly stomping on the zombie’s head. Then, I was woken up by the sound of my own chuckling. I swear there was another scene involving a journalist, but I don’t quite remember now.
The other dream was one that occurred just last night. This one was much longer and more vivid. I’m actually so surprised that I remember it. This time, the dream was in first-person and I was actually in the dream, as myself. The premise of this dream was that my family (the C clan, mom’s side) and I were on the run from zombies and we were sticking together to try to survive. I’m pretty sure there were a few family members missing, but I just assumed they’d been killed already. Sorry, guys! For some reason, my dad had a sword and I picked up a wooden baseball bat somewhere and screwed a long nail into it.
My weapon
From what I recall, we started off in the wilderness, passing some ponds and forests, and fought the occasion zombie that stumbled into our camp. Eventually, we ended up at Disneyland where the rides were operating and there were other survivors looting the stores and making camp. We chilled there with the people for a bit and let the kids play on the rides.
Sort of like in the movie 'Zombieland'
A group of us decided to investigate one of the admin/housing buildings and as we walked through the blood-stained hallways, we were horrified to find that all the people running the theme park had already been bitten and turned into zombies. We tried to run out of the building without being seen by them, locking a few in some closets along the way, but alas! One crazy zombie girl had seen me. She was holding a katana and she began to go after me with it, but I somehow wrenched the sword away from her and stabbed her through the face. LOL Apparently, I’m extremely violent, but hey! That’s the proper way to kill a zombie. Anyway, since I had a better weapon I ditched the bat and took the sword (which had an awesome scabbard and everything). We decided to get out of there ASAP.
My new weapon
We made camp in another forest and suddenly my Uncle H and Cousin G decided that they wanted to make a trip to Loblaws to get food and medical supplies. My dad volunteered to go with them, but my mom also wanted to tag along. Knowing that my dad would be too distracted while trying to protect my mom, I insisted on going with them. The only way to get to Loblaws was to pass some odd train station and follow the train tracks. So we got to the train station, but it kind of looks like a church with a clock tower and giant wooden doors.
Like the train station in 'Spirited Away'
We had to climb to the top of a creepy staircase and when I got there, I was alone. I was in a large room that had a few open doors to what looked like bedrooms, and two closed doors – one to an office and one that led to the mysterious train tracks. Suddenly, the office door opened and out stepped a non-zombie monk who told me that in order to let my family and I pass the station, I had to win him in battle. Unfortunately, I lost the battle - even with my cool katana! 
– but the monk was kind of nice and told me that my family was waiting back at the entrance, but in return, we could never come back.
Aaand that’s when I woke up.
