Dreams and Adventure

Dreams that are an integral part of all of our sleep sometimes tend to become extra creative and special so that they stay in our mind. Like once, when I had an insane adventure in my dream.

As much as I remember, the dream started with a bang on my classroom door and people screaming all around. Basically, a zombie apocalypse. Me and my friends jumped off the classroom window and went towards the woods, with each of us carrying some sort of weapon such as a chair. We ventured through the jungle, fighting off some zombies and passing through streams. The visuals were in between the lush dark forest.

The adventure cut off suddenly when we found a portal that only I decided to enter. That led me to a totally new world, where there was nature, scenery, and pure silence. And beside me was a vulture of large size. The world had large mushrooms, green lush forests, rivers with flowing diamonds, and many unreal things.

I was taking a ride on the vulture when I suddenly fell from the ride and woke up. It was a wake-up call from my mother. And guess what, I had watched a jungle zombie apocalypse movie just before sleeping.