Dreams and more dreams

Maybe this is one of those weird side-effects of getting eight hours of uninterrupted sleep at night.

Continuing with the horror movie theme, Sunday night I dreamed I was in a vague city and there were zombies everywhere.  The zombies were all I really remember other than that it was a city.  There might have been vampires too, come to think of it.  It's odd, but none of these have been actual nightmares.  Sure, there's horrible things everywhere that want to eviscerate me, but all I'm really thinking is, Crap, I don't want to be eviscerated.  I'd better get out of here.  None of the panicky fear that jerks you awake in a cold sweat.  In spite of all the fighting, running, and hiding that I'm doing, I think there's still a tiny bit of mind somewhere in the back of my head that still knows it's all a dream.

Monday night the genre shifted from horror to fantasy, and I was in a medieval castle somewhere preparing for war.  The castle was ancient and green from being half-covered with moss, nestled in the back of a box canyon.  We were about to be assaulted by the enemy and were marshalling all of our forces.  I must have been some kind of liutennant or captain, because I was walking around inspecting the defenses and speaking with some of the soldiers as they prepared themselves for the battle.  We were just getting together on top of the walls to plan our strategy when I woke up, so I never even found out who our attackers actually were.  I guess it's kind of a stretch to call this one fantasy, but I definitely had the feeling that it wasn't going to be a typical battle.

Tuesday night, all I really know is that I was dreaming.  This morning was one of those where you wake up quickly, thinking about what you were dreaming.  Then that first waking thought that comes into your head makes the memories of the dream fragment and dart away.  So all I remember is remembering the dream, not the dream itself.