Standard stuff, with a twist this time. I dreamed myself and a few others had survied a crash by a WW2 B-17 on to an island filled with life and dinosaurs.
I mean destroyed all live. Trees crumbled in to dust under this bomb. Because the cabin was close to the water were were able to get it in quickly enough to use it as a raft and try to get away. This lead to a series of fast foward struggles of us trying to stay ahead of the desease.
Along the way the virus mutates in to something that dosent kill all life it creates..... wait for it....
ZOMBIES!!!!!!!
This time the zombies could only come out at night (bonus!!!) right now my sub has just rolled her eyes and is thinking of course what else would he have a nightmare about. But befor i get to that i want to get in to how people were huddling in unwashed masses in partialy destoryed factories hiding not from the zombies but from the desease. This soon changed for me as i found a man doing work on the plumbing setting up a useable shower. My use of it would soon lead him to try to poison me with a bit of wine laced with the desease.
Some people just dont know how to share. As the hords of people moved from the warehouses in the day light i found myself trying to save not only a small child (think 6th sense small). I found myself running threw the streets not in fear of a zombie but in stead of lady death. The idea that one of the refuges filled with the sorrow and the pain around her became death and then road on her horse (that was so fast it seemed more like flirting between everyone as we ran in fear). i found myself not only trying to save this child but a women who had become his addoptive mother and my own lil Olly.
If you dont know my lil Oliver is a Jack Russell terrorist that i spend a great deal of my day pampering. now here comes the rub of it all. we hid in a van from the zombies because it was getting dark and for some reason the zombies were burned by light. Now the child and women and I understood that movement attracts attention and attention = zombies!!!!
So I held my puppy in my dream and snapped his lil puppy neck so that I wouldn't die. Now because im not a compleat and utter bastard (said the man who just told you he killed his puppy to save his life.) I woke up and then had a nice cuddle with oliver, this lead the lil monster to wake up and need to be taken out side. Which at 3AM does look like its just one stumbing man away from being a horror movie, has anyone ever thought of the pets in a zombie movie? all the ones who die locked in a house pinning away for a master who would never return home. How about the pets who wonder the streets admist the zombies trailing the leashes and leads that they thier dead masters let go as thier bodies are rended limb from limb.
Just a lil thought from a man who had a nightmare.
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That's what you get for drinking Diet Coke.
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