The Return

I've been away on parental leave for 3 months, so haven't had time to write up my dreams. But I took notes.

This one is 2-3 months old. These were my notes: "transfering Genius Killer Zombies(voodoo) crater, like sand pit small house on Parkdale, mansion inside, neighbours afraid of cops"

So here goes.

I was a detective escorting a dangerous criminal genius (think Hanibal Lecter) to...somewhere. It was me and 2 uniformed cops walking down the sidewalk of a semi-residential area . As we were walking past the small houses, he got away from us and ran into one. We called for back-up and cautiously followed him in. While this was one of those poor little white houses from the outside, it was a huge mansion inside. In fact it was one of HIS mansion, which he had filled with booby-traps. Being a super evil genius, he had planned for this eventuality.

The entrance was a typical big old house entrance: a long hallway with stairs to the upper floor on the left and some sort of sitting room on the right. We walked slowly to the end of the long hallway, avoiding the traps. At the end of the hallway was a mezzanine: a huge room with no ceiling, open to the upper floor's balconies. We could hear the criminal taunting us, but couldn't see him. The 2 uniformed officers went up to the balconies and were both stabbed or shot dead. But we never saw him.

Then back up arrived. Some sort of SWAT team of martial arts experts. One by they attacked and got killed. When Rob VanDam arrived, leaped up doing the splits to the mezzanine and got killed in mid-air, I knew we were in trouble. I ran outside to get whoever was out there to hide until like the army or something arrived. I went to the house next-door to tell them to go hide somewhere. It was one of those small town houses with an unpaved driveway, next to the house, leading to the back yard. There were 3-4 people in the driveway and I told them who I was and to get out of here. They just stared at me and were slowly backing away towards the backyard. I could tell they didn't like cops. I was following them saying, "Seriously, you have to get out of here, there's a psycho next door. I don't care what you guys have been doing, just hide!" But they just kept backing away and hid behind the house. I followed them to find out their backyard was actually a huge crater or sand pit, almost a kilometre long, that got deeper the farther it got from the house. It looked like a space ship had crash-landed and dug a trench. At the far end, there were some old containers, buses and trucks, and I figured it was as good as any a
place to hide.

It turned out the super genius criminal was also some kind of voodoo priest able to turn people into mindless zombies that would do his bidding. As I'm running towards the containers to hide, I'm being followed by slow-moving zombies.

Here the dream time-skips.

I'm hiding on some old bus with some other people. The crater is littered with zombies and some are trying to climb up to us. The criminal is somewhere higher, either on another truck or the lip of the crater, and we're trying to shoot each other down.

Because of the crater, my view is limited to the street through the house's driveway, but I can see explosions lighting up the clouds and the chaos in the street. The army or something has arrived and the city seems in chaos. It seems the zombies have taken over the city and the army is trying to fight them off. All I hear is screams and explosions. And the criminal is trying to shoot me down or get me to fall off the bus.

I think that's when I woke up