Usually... if I have a dream I remember, it was a stupidly detailed and involved dream. To the point where if I'm dreaming, I automatically know it's a dream, but I go along with it anyway because I want to know what happens.
The last dream I had that I remember was last week...
I was a little girl in some fantasy Medieval period, an orphan because my parents died of the plague. I was sickly in appearance and rumors started among the other kids that I was cursed and got my own parents sick. As such, my only friend was this really sweet little boy.
The rumors spread, however, to the point that adults caught on. They started thinking I was cursed, or a demon, or a witch, and that I was responsible for the plague. They decided to burn me at the stake to cleanse the plague.
The boy helped me escape and visited my hiding spot every day to bring supplies, but then he stopped coming. I snuck into the town and found that he had gotten sick with the plague.
The villagers were wrong, I wasn't responsible for the plague, but I was actually a witch. To save my one friend I cast a spell and walked through the town drawing all the plague into myself, curing everybody, but dooming myself. I died that very day in the abandoned mill I had been hiding in.
When the boy found my body he buried me. Mushrooms grew amid my bones.
Then a time skip and suddenly I was some perpetually serene middle-aged hunter-type man named Aeson. The world had descended into a zombie apocalypse type setting because a ring of necromancer sorcerers were trying to take over the world.
For some reason, despite it being fantasy Europe, I had a greek name, and I fought with a wakizashi and naginata... IDK. There were even classifications of zombies, the lowest were fresh their bodies and bones softened to allow for mutation, which made them easy to kill. Then as mutation set in, they'd grow weird bones spikes and the bones would start to harden again. Then they might start developing exoskeleton armor, so the zombies would get harder and harder to kill. There were also fungal-type zombies who were faster and more flexible and harder to hit, that could regenerate unless the head was destroyed or they were burned.
Anyway, I was out on a mission to control the zombie population of the area, find supplies and survivors, and maybe get far enough to find more civilizations. Slicing through zombies left and right. When my second in command came running up. I knew something was wrong because as the top fighters, one or the other of us was always at the camp for defense. He shouted that the zombies had broken through our barricade.
We tried to hurry back, but suddenly the forest was full of zombies and I knew then that something had changed. This was an organized attack!
Our camp was set in an old mansion on top of a hill, we'd walled all around except for a narrow bridge over a river. The wall had been breached and the survivor's I'd been caring for were now barricading the mansion doors. To flank, I went to the bridge and was met by a new zombie. Half of its body looked charred and melted, the other half was fungal type, but the look in its eyes was intelligent. It spoke to me, telling me that we were done for. When I slashed at it with my sword it burst into ash and floated away, reforming clinging to the underside of the bridge like a humanoid spider, laughing. I stabbed it again as I passed and it faded away.
My second in command and I ran into battle, clearing away enough zombies that we were able to get inside the mansion before a new wave hit. I sent my second to lead everyone to the escape zipline and made for the attic where our doctor was. Up there we had a patient, a woman in a coma, heavily pregnant, the doctor would not be able to escape with her on his own. The woman was beyond our ability to save with so little resources; we would have mercy killed her, but we were waiting to give the child a chance.
The stairs were blocked by zombies, trying to get up to the attic, so I had to go out on a balcony and climb up the outside of the building to get to the attic window. The burnt zombie reappeared as I climbed, I got the feeling that it was something of an astral projection of one of the sorcerers as it never attacked me and none of my attacks harmed it. It told me that the child was theirs, that they had found the remains of the plague witch (who I'd been in the first half of my dream) and planted her in the woman to be reborn. He told me that then they would use magic to twist the girl into their champion and then nothing could stop them from taking over the world as the plague bound to her bones would make them unstoppable.
I got to the roof and the doctor let me in the window. The woman was in labor, but due to the coma and extensive injuries, couldn't give birth properly. She would need a C-section. I gathered supplies while the doctor got to work. It was successful, though the doctor was shocked and concerned by the odd boney ridges the baby was adorned with. At the baby's first cry the zombies fell silent, then redoubled their attempts to break in.
I tied the baby to me with a blanket, slung a bag of medical supplies over my shoulder, then helped the doctor climb out onto the roof just as the zombies finally broke through.
We made it to the escape zipline....
If this were a show, would watch.
It has accidental-baby-acquisition, a great queer-platonic gay relationship set up between the doctor and the warrior as they raise this necromancy witch girl together, teaching her both healing and fighting while protecting her from the evil sorcerers.... She gets a good family experience while they refuse to let her be roped into being anyone's champion or 'chosen one' against her will because they want her to choose her own future.
She looks like a living zombie, so there's the possibility of issues with other standard humans. She's also a witch... maybe she'd figure out her magic on her own, maybe she'd need to find someone to teach her.
I think she'd remember her previous life, too, since she'd been ressurected.
