Wanted to put this one here because it's memorable in that it was one of the rare times I've become lucid because of being told I'm dreaming by a dream character, and by a zombie of all things. And it was pretty weird all around.
Thursday/September/30/2021
Lucid Dream # 30 of 2021
Lucid Zombie Dreamsign Recognized
No Reality Check Needed
Lucid Zombie
The first thing I remember clearly is being chased across an open field by a herd of zombies. I come to the edge of a forest and try to get away into the forest. I eventually come to a house and try to take refuge in the house.
There are quite a few people in the house besides me. The zombies of course attack the house. The zombies end up getting into the house and overrunning the place. Several others and I end up behind some thin wooden barricades. The walls of the barricade is like thin plywood and not very tall. So it's more like we are trapped in a little stall and a herd of zombies are trying to smash down the walls to get to us.
We have weapons. I carry a short sword but my sword seems a bit flimsy. I reach over the walls of the barricade trying to stab random zombies through the face. Sometimes I can but more often their skulls are to hard and I'm unable to penetrate to the brain. My flimsy feeling blade glances off the zombies face and to the side. But I keep trying.
As the scene continues there are all manner of zombies. Classic stumbling zombies. Fast strong runners. Even intelligent more vampire like zombies that are commanding and coordinating them all like an army.
After time passes things mellow out some. The house is like a huge endless mansion now. A world in of itself and the zombie herd has thinned out spread throughout the place. I end up leaving the barricades to wander a bit. But I don't like it and find a dark deep closet to hide in.
I crawl far back into the closet as I can with my sword to just lay back here as quietly as I can. As dreams would have it there is an opening in a wall and I can see another person out in the hall. The person notices me and says something I don't remember their exact words but they want to share my hiding spot.
I allow them to join me and after a bit of hiding there is a figure on their stomach dragging themselves towards us. I realize it is a zombie that has found our hiding spot and trying to get at us. The zombie is wearing an odd wide brimmed hat and face sort of looking painted like a clown.
When this zombie becomes near enough I thrust my sword into it's face and my sword explodes out the back of it's head with a gush of blood and then yank it back. This bothers the zombie not at all and the zombie just continues to come at us. I again thrust my sword into the zombies face with the same result and the zombie just begins to laugh.
The zombie then speaks and explains that the reason I'm unable to kill him is because this is a dream... The zombie then immediately changes from being a zombie to being some magical dream being and in like an instantaneous moment has summoned what appears to be a huge food truck sort of vehicle which we are now inside. Inside this food truck we are dreaming.
The person that was hiding with me in the closet is here too. It's a magical dream food truck of bright colors and feels like we are in a cartoon. I remember a long conveyer belt along one wall carrying and putting together hotdogs like a cartoon hot dog making machine. I remember the the lucid zombie character remaining present but mostly in active and off to the side as the person that was hiding with me and I sort of jump around happily like knowing we are in a dream here.
However, I have this belief that it's only in the food truck place that we are in a dream. Outside the truck is the waking world where the zombie apocalypse continues to unfold. But even knowing this after some time I leave the food truck back to the waking world zombie apocalypse house and briefly losing lucidity.
Back at the mansion zombie house I find some others and tell them this fantastic tale about the magical zombie that told me I was in a dream and brought me to this cartoon dream world food truck place. They think I've lost my mind.
But then after a few moments lucidity comes over me again with a rush of realization sort of spontaneous like. And I'm like oh wow this entire thing is a dream... And I now have a much higher level of lucidity. I tell my companions that this all is a dream not just the food truck place...
They still think I'm mad. I think about showing them my watch but the lighting seems weird and too dark to see the numbers on my watch. So I demonstrate pinching my nose closed and breathing through my pinched closed nose and I tell them they should try it. But they don't so I decide to push my finger through my hand and show them that. But it's not working the same as it usually does and I'm having trouble pushing my finger through my hand. I push and push as hard as I can but instead of my finger sinking into my hand my finger begins to crush in on itself like my finger has the consistency of some kind of putty. This amuses me and is proof in itself. But my companions are like see you can't it's not a dream you're mad and they just walk away uninterested.
I'm like god damnit I know this is a dream and another idea comes to mind. Instead of pushing my finger through my hand I'll find something else to push through it. I find what is like a large metal spatula one might use for turning burgers at a burger shop. The front edge of it seems sharp and I'm like perfect.
So I begin pushing this spatula into the palm of my hand harder and harder. And finally the spatula begins sinking in cutting itself into my hand. I can see the skin on the back of my hand being pushed outwards. I then angle the spatula so it's cutting into my hand down between my fingers. I manage to cut my hand clean in half down the middle both sides hanging very grotesquely and there is an odd sensation to it. Not painful at all but feels weird.
I find my companions and show them my destroyed hand and say "See we're dreaming!" They still don't believe me and think I've totally lost my mind now cutting my hand in half like this. One of them produces bandages and tries to bandage my hand back together. Instead I try to give even further proof and show them my hand healing itself before their eyes. I hold up my hand expecting it to just form itself back together and be whole again as I've seen the hole in my hand close up after pushing a finger through it and pulling it out again.
But nothing happens my had does not form back together and continues to feel weird. But then I realize all I have to do is stop focusing on my hand. Just turn away ignore it and continue the dream using my hand as if there is nothing wrong with it and it will just naturally become whole again. So I turn to do so and as I do the dream fades to black and I wake.
