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So I had this weird dream last Friday. I think I've posted in the past about my recurring dream with the portrait of the gnome that grows horns, but I'm fairly certain this one doesn't really mean anything. I found it amusing enough to want to share it though.

My dream started off with a scene that could have been taken right out of a bad zombie flick. I and a group of five strangers escape from some remote facility that had been overrun by zombies. Before leaving we blow it up and in typical b-movie fashion someone in the group says, “Thank God. It's over, it's finally over,” before a few surviving zombies are shown to have escaped into the surrounding forest.

Fast forward to a couple of months – or years – into the future; most of the world's population has been wiped out by the zombie infection and myself and a group of other survivors are running through some abandoned desert town. There is a red cap gnome in one of the ruined buildings; he was sporting some cool looking steam-punk goggles and was holding a mp5. The gnome motions us over and says that they are going ahead with my plan, offering the surviving humans sanctuary in their underground home. He and a few other gnomes escort us through a underground tunnel and are shown an enormous line of people waiting to get into the gnomish sanctuary. For some odd reason the gnomes give everyone hats with cherries on top however, they give me a cardboard crown with a cinnamon bun on the top.

I think the word compound is a good descriptor for the gnomish home – there were a number of armed gnomes throughout the place. Inside the compound all of the humans almost instantly forget what is happening on the surface; the place looked less like a refugee camp and more like a massive party. In every “party room” there was a sinister looking gnome watching over the humans. I think it was heavily implied throughout the dream that the gnomes were screwing with everyone's minds.

Around the compound was a massive jungle and above it a clear blue sky. After seeing it I start asking the gnomes and later the humans if it is an illusion, because you know we are all underground. The gnomes don't answer but look nervous, the humans however have completely forgotten we are all underground. I then walk into the main room and overhear a group of gnomes – one of which I assumed was their leader – talking about me. They say that they need to figure out a way to keep me quiet as my questions/presence is agitating the “traditionals and true-believers” and that they may try to kill me. One of the gnomes comments that they need to find a way to keep the humans safe at night as the “night patrols” are abducting (or maybe it was eating?) those who wander around the compound. In response the leader remarks that they need to hurry and learn what they need from the humans. I go over an ask him what they need to learn from us but he denies that he just said that.

The humans in the compound sleep in bunk houses, because apparently there isn't enough space for everyone to have a private room. There was this one guy in my bunk house, I wish I remembered his name because he was completely awesome. From what I remember acted like such a magnificent bastard to people there, I just know he must have been my best friend and we spent our days screwing with everyone else. Going back to the dream. It was night and had decided to leave the bunk house to walk around the compound because a group of guys there decided to have a “sing-along”. My best friend didn't come with me as he drowned out their songs with alcohol and started to yell obscenities at them – God I loved that guy.

During my walk I was discovered by the “night patrol” and was forced to lock myself into a closet. The dream ended with me trying to remain still while I heard two gibbering voices say something from across the closet door.

NickN,  Wow, what a dream!    

There are experiences i've been reading on some paranormal sights of diabolic gnomes,  so I'm sure , either these gnomes are actually demons disguised as gnomes, or else gnomes who are under that type of negative influence.    I guess with all intellligent Beings, there is going to be those with bad intentions, and those with good intentions.