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I posted this in forums as a reply to a post about nightmares.  I thought it would be a good story also.

I used to have a re-occuring nightmare that I was being chased by zombies.  There was one zombie that I remember, that was all emaciated stringy hair face was half rotted off.  The zombies in my nightmare always ambled not fast not slow,but they were always 2 steps behind me.  Every gun that I picked up had only one shell in it or the stick that I would use for a weapon would break;the only thing that was a reliable weapon was a really long screwdriver.

The zombies always knew where I was and would always find me.  They would always be right there,no matter how hard I tried I could not get away!  I would always see the one zombie I mentioned earlier.  Everytime I would dispose of it it would always be there most of the time just out of reach or right there ready to grab me.  The last time I had this nightmare,gosh it has been 10 or 15 years.  I had just fought my way through about 12 of them.  I fell into this ditch and was running thru a creek.  I reach this drainage pipe big enough to hunch over and run through it. well the tunnel was only 30 feet long or so,but you know how in dream world it seems to be 1/2 a mile long. The zombies of course are hot on my tail.  I reach the end of the tunnel and start to climb out, when my nemesis zombie is right fucking there mouth opens snarling about to take a huge bite and I wake up!  I sit up in bed breathing hard like I had actually ran through that tunnel. Sit on the edge of the bed collect my thoughts get up and go voer to open my curtains and bam 5 or 6 zombies come smashing through the glass grabbing and clawing at me.  Then I wake up again  thankfully this time for good!