Dream CLXXV

I was asleep, late at night, when some noises in the house woke me.  I kept my eyes tightly shut as I listened to the sound of movement just outside my room.  My eyes refused to open for a long time as I listened to the footsteps and banging noises, but finally I managed to pry them open, and I looked at the clock:  3:11 AM.

I was on the upper floor of a large boarding house.  The dark outside was all encompassing.  I went into the hallway, and there were all manner of people bewildered by the lack of light, and the endless shadows.  There were several celebrities--I recognized Leonard Nimoy--all wandering through the upper floor. 

It was clear that the house was under siege from some kind of creatures.  No one knew who they were, or what they wanted...but there were some ideas.  The housemates discussed them.

The creatures were the recent dead.  Like traditional movie zombies, they sought to convert others to their kind.  They snaked tendrils up through the air, because they could absorb their victims through physical contact.  Thin, wispy, smoke-like tentacles couldn't do it, but the thicker, water-like tentacles could, if they could touch their victims.   The smoke-like tendrils were everywhere, but were easily dismissed; the thicker tentacles seemed confined to the lower floor.

Many people in the house were weary of the battle.  They wandered down to the first floor, where the water-tentacles were far more prevalent, hoping to be captured and put out of their misery. 

One sad-faced woman was so miserable that she went into the parking lot and offered to get into the trunk of an abandoned car in order to end her suffering. I ran outside to try and stop her; I opened the car's trunk and jumped in, to prevent her following.

Stuck to all sides of the car's trunk were plastic bags, filled with severed human faces and other organs, all of them pulsating with life.  The faces seemed to be trying to scream, but couldn't.

I got out of the trunk and led the woman back into the building.  Her dead eyes told me I had only delayed her end.  The sky remained dark, lit only by occasional lightning flashes in the distance.

Dawn was a long way off.  I looked at the clock again.  It was nearly 5 AM.