Dream Journal 3/31/22

//probably gonna start posting my dream journals on here or something. it's a fun concept and i'm glad i keep writing them down.//

(the dream has been fragmenting itself since I woke up, but I'll do my best to recall as much as I can)

The world is... dying. 

Everyone is turning into not-quite-zombies. Yes their body gets taken over, and they physically look different, but they still have the ability to talk like any normal person. Except... it's under the influence of the bug. They make the person very violent and bad mouthed. Plus all their teeth turn into shark teeth and they turn a dark color and they sparkle (?) with little white dots all over their skin. Their eyes go pitch black with red irises. Yada yada. You get the picture.

So, the virus is these tiny little sprites. Bugs, as everyone in the dream will call it. They send their offspring to their next host by going down their throat when they're bitten by an infected. Once there, the transformation happens rather painlessly. The host's conscience is locked away in the far reaches of the mind, and the bug takes over the control center, affecting everything down to behavior.

So, I'm sitting there in my grandparents' house in the computer room with some of my non-infected teammates. There's a buff guy who's hulk sized who always has a flask full of orange juice and gasoline, an annoying strategist who always butts in with every opinion they can, and an overly-aware-of-everything skinny dude who will not stop trying to climb on everything. There is also a fourth member, but he's run off somewhere at his own pace because he said he wants to find and destroy the zombies.

With the band of misfits at my side, we sit there doing whatever the hell we can to devise a plan to cure the people we can from this virus. We argue too much thanks to strategy guy who won't shut up. Hulk shuts us all up and motions for us to exit the room behind him. To follow. 

We all squeeze into the hallway as best we can. I've just about strangled know-it-all, and he's just about scratched my face to bits. Skinny hangs back just enough and chills while mentally facepalming at how much we're acting like children. 

We stop at a door at the end of the short hallway. The guest room. Hulk opens it up to find an infected pirhana plant sitting by the door. It hisses at us, but does not strike. An infected tyranatar is leaning against the closet door, not really caring about what's going on. A guy dressed in modern urban clothes lays aloof on the bed flush with the left wall, just staring at the ceiling while kicking his feet in the air. Desbug from YouTube is sitting on the floor with his back to the wall between two windows playing the Sorry board game with someone beside them. That someone is Airoah from YouTube. And he's uninfected. 

The odd thing about all this is that noone is hostile. It seems like Desbug is their head honcho because when the pirhana plant readies to strike, Desbug yells, "Hey!", and the plant backs off and growls. 

All of us file into the room and watch as the Sorry game is the main focus of the scene. The two players chit chat back and forth aggressively as the pieces make their way around the board. I'm nervously sweating as to what will happen when the game ends.

Airoah loses. He shrugs as if to accept some sort of fate. He nods at Desbug. Desbug nods back. As Desbug goes to bite him, skinny swoops in out of nowhere and drags Airoah aside. Airoah gets up and attempts to escape with us. Chaos ensues.

Tyranatar lunges for the uninfected, but hulk gets in the way and uses his strength to keep him at bay. I take on the modern guy, but... not really, either. He's straight up asleep through all this mess. I try to find anything in my pockets to try to kill him, or free him of the virus, and all I have is a regular sized bottle of strawberry shampoo. I pour it on his face, and he wakes up immediately and starts screaming. You can hear his skin hissing as it burns like acid. But, it doesn't melt his face. The dots on his skin begin to shrivel up as everything leaves in a misty vapor. His skin returns to normal and he passes out for mere moments. He wakes up in a sharp gasp and shakes his face violently to get the shampoo off. He looks  completely confused, and I point to the door, but soon realize that the pirhana plant is blocking the way. 

Skinny is wrestling with Desbug at the moment. Strategy is looking for a sort of weapon in the room. The only thing that's stopping the plant from getting any of us is its roots being anchored to the ground. After a moment, the situation catches up to me, and I notice hulk struggling. I get beside tyranatar and sling some shampoo on him. The same burning effect happens and he's back to normal. He seems to remember who infected him, because he charges up a beam and fires it at the plant. We all quickly dodge for our lives as the beam completely turns the plant to ash. With no host, the sprites die. 

All that's left is Desbug. Tyranatar holds him down, and I sling some shampoo on him. The last words come from the bug conscience as he reverts to normal.

"This is only the beginning!"

He beams us a wicked smile and a hoarse laugh before passing out completely. He wakes up weakened. It seems like the bug decided to harm Desbug's body to make him easier to take over. All of us who are left retreat to the main room. We all sit on the couch and various chairs about the room to take a breather. Tyranatar, modern, Desbug, and Airoah all join the team. The band of misfits grows, and we decide to make the place our home base. 

The dream ends here.