I seriously do not know what the hell ass balls is going on with me lately, but last night I got about one hour of sleep. And during that one hour of sleep, I had one of the most terrifying dreams I've ever had. It was like no other dream I've ever dreamed, and I'm in
cluding the Chinese Guy dream and my semi-recurring Darth Vader dreams in that statement.
I dreamt about zombies. Now, I'm going to have to frame this in terms of movies, because my real-life experience with zombies is quite limited. But it was very vivid, and had lots of like tiny details that made it hyper-real to me. It was kind of like a "28 Days Later" kind of deal, where the whole country was infested with zombies, and I was on the run constantly, trying to find a safe place to be. There was one part where I was going to spend the night hiding on someone's enclosed porch, crouched in a corner. And carved into the side of the house were people's names, and the dates they had been there, letting anyone who passed know that they were still alive, and asking the whereabouts of loved ones. There was a radio station's numbers carved, too, which I was unable to utilize, as I was woefully unprepared for zombie combat.
At one point, I was basically cornered in a school basement. But I somehow convinced the zombies I was already zombified, and they pretty much ignored me. Hilariously, and incongruously, I then sat down and had a delightful conversation with a couple of zombies. We played some music on the radio and laughed at some of the stupider zombies who were continuously walking into walls and such. But once I got out of there, I was back on the streets, dashing from one shadow to the next, looking for someplace new to hide.
When I woke up, I was petrified. Usually, you wake up from a dream and either forget it instantly, or realize that being scared of zombies is ridiculous. But I started thinking, "Well, if it's so ridiculous, why did someone go to the trouble of writing
a whole book about it?" I thought that if the country was being infested by zombies, surely I would've heard something about it. I mean, I follow the news pretty closely. But then I thought about that remake of "
Dawn of the Dead," and how Sarah Polley just woke up and started getting attacked, and I was like, "Oh balls that could totally happen TODAY." Plus? That shit took place in Wisconsin. And so I started thinking about what weapons I had to combat the zombies. Really, all I have is a large-ish chef's knife, and some golf clubs. Not very comforting. (Side note: still awake at this point; these paranoid delusions were not part of my dream.) So I got up out of bed and
looked out the window to make sure there were no zombies outside. I am not making this up.
Anyway, I wasn't satisfied that the country was not under zombie attack until I turned on the morning news. Apparently, we are not under zombie attack. But don't think I'm not buying that book anyway.