Apologies if there's already been a thread like this one, I didn't see one. :)
So I had this dream a couple of weeks back, where basically the Walking Dead plot... happened... (I'm bad with words). But we were in kind of a spin-off thing. I was at home when it started, and I was watching the news with my mum when the reporter had a heart attack on-screen. When the medics rushed to help him, they were bitten and looked right at the screen. I remember that my dream-self whimpered and looked over to my mum, who immediately ran around grabbing supplies. She wasn't too sure what was going on though, until I saw one of my neighbours limping all rotten out of a house down the road, and I shouted to my mum, "Zombies, Mum, they're zombies!"
So we ran to my college where everyone in my year was sticking together in little gangs. Just like the game, some gangs were friendly and welcoming, and some were hostile. Me and my mother made our way to the art department and found two gangs in the classroom, one holed up in the cupboard, and one just casually lounging at the tables. We knocked on the cupboard (I don't mean it's like 'wardrobe size', it's almost the size of a classroom) and Lilly from The Walking Dead opened the door, and there were around eight or nine people behind her. She said, "Sorry, no guests" and shut the door in our face, and Kenny from the table-gang spoke up, saying "It's no use, they won't let you in. We've been trying for weeks, the selfish bastards."
Me and my mum ran outside and travelled up a dirt-track on foot, coming to my house (which wasn't our house in the dream) which is like a Victorian mansion, basically. We immediately busted our way in and grabbed a baseball bat and a crowbar lying on the floor of the hallway. We checked the rooms, and, finding no walkers or survivors, we found a phone and dialled 9-1-1.
A man picked up, but we could hear grunts and screams in the background. He said "I'll sent someone round", even though we didn't give him an address.
A second later, there was a knock on the door. "That was quick," my mum said, and opened the door. We found my dad standing there with Ben Paul.
"We're taking over this house," my dad said, brandishing a spanner (haha, innuendo). Ben just swallowed and looked at him sideways.
Ben and my Dad ran into the house and locked the door, leaving Mum and I outside. Walkers were surrounding the dirt-track that we were standing on. I knocked on the door and put on a deep voice.
"Police! Open up!" I said.
Ben opened the door, my dad behind him, and I grabbed Ben and pulled him out, giving him a huge hug (I don't know why either). Then I leaped on my dad and bashed his head in with the baseball bat. He started to turn so I dragged Ben and my mum to the camper van outside, and we drove off.
So, yeah. I had another one but this is too long already xD
So the point of this thread is, have you had any Walking Dead dreams? If so, what were they?