I had a really bizarre dream last night. It felt very real and vivid at the time, but so totally wacky— and the strangest part was that from start to finish it was like watching a short film and right when it ended, I woke up.
In the dream, my friend S and I signed up to do a sort of race. (Already this is far from reality, as I am terrible at running and I pretty much avoid it at all costs). And this wasn’t like a normal half marathon or regular race— it was themed like a Halloween spooky race… so it was like running through a haunted house except it was all outside in the dark— and it was about the same level of “scary” as the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland (which is to say not very scary at all). So we were running the race, and then at around the halfway point, there was this zombie that emerged and you had to follow him and not lose sight of him, which was not easy because dang, this zombie was super fast, but somehow S and I both managed to do it, so we passed that part of the race and the zombie disappeared after that. Then, there was this “test” sort of part of the race which was a short course which you had to run through twice and there was some kind of sensor or machine that showed you all kinds of data (like your heart rate, speed, things about your muscles, etc)—it was really amazing! Then, after that, there was one last stretch where you had to run to the end of the pumpkin patch where there were all of these scarecrows and then loop around a track, and it was a straight-away to the finish line. Now, what no one told you (it was intended to be a surprise) was that after you got to the end of the pumpkin patch, just when you thought he was gone for good, the zombie would appear from out of nowhere and this time, he chased YOU! And you had to make it to the finish line before he caught you. It was terrifying, and this zombie was so fast that I thought, there’s no way I’m going to make it— and S was yelling “Run, Kellie, run!” and somehow my adrenaline kicked in and I was running faster than I had ever run in my life and S and I both made it to the finish line! I got a piece of paper saying “You did it!” and the paper also had a print-out of all of my health data from the test part of the race, so that was cool, too. And overall, it was so exciting and exhilarating— I didn’t know that I could run that fast. S was taking selfies of us at the end in like a “Whoa, did we really do this?” pose. Then I woke up.
I lay awake in bed thinking about the dream was so vivid, and why did I dream that? And after about a half an hour, I remembered I had put yomogi (mugwort) patches on the bottom of my feet last night, and yomogi is a known dream stimulant.
A very Scooby-Doo (original series) kind of dream,
if you know what I mean.
