Zombies

I woke up yesterday morning in a cold sweat.  I’d been having a dream about zombies.  Seriously.  There was some kind of outbreak and they were everywhere.  Christian Bale was leading us.  I’d made some kind of zombie weapon and really wanted to show it to Christian Bale, but when I gave it to him, it turned to crap.  I mostly remember the end of my dream.  I was trying to get away but was trapped in a room with concrete walls, like a basement.  They were coming in.  I decided to try and knock myself unconcious so I ran as fast as I could into the wall head first…and woke up.  Eek!  It was about 20 minutes before my alarm was set to go off and I wanted to sleep a little more…but those zombie images really stuck with me.

I did drift back off a little, but of course the damn zombies were still after me.  For some reason, my goal was to destroy a dam.  I knew with certainty that if I could just flood the area, the water would kill all the zombies.  (I don’t think this is right though, I think you have to destroy the brain)  I remember succeeding in my attenmpt to destroy the dam and water being everywhere.  I was trying to find some place that wasn’t underwater and climbed up into a building.  I remember thinking it was great that the zombies were gone and that I could relax…except that I couldn’t…because I would never feel safe again.