So I'm a little twitchy today, I had a nightmare. In it I woke up like normal, got dressed, went to uni the whole thing. When I got home there were reports of a virus sweeping the globe. Before long it became clear that the virus was bringing the dead back to life. I was shitting myself. To me all this was totally real and I was now in a zombie apocalypse. This was a problem because lets face it the chubby glasses guy all ways gets eaten first. Especially if he's the comic relief. So we go to the supermarket down the road , steal some supplies ...and a car and we drive to the country. Again to me this was all real, the 8 hours of dream encompassed about 2 weeks. At one point , in my dream, I cooked everyone dinner. Fucking dinner, I remember chopping the bloody onions.
Anyway, as inevitably happens we take in a stray who didn't tell us he was bit and he goes nuts and kills half of us, all people from uni, and we set off again. I had to stab several friends in the face and cut of their heads This time with no supplies and no plan. Eventually we stop for gas and this is when I'm attacked. We bundle me into the car and drive off. My flatmate Claire, tells me she's sorry but we have to get rid of me I'm infected. I start crying and tell her I'm sorry. Then they kick me out of the car. I break a few ribs and my leg. The zombies, who have been following the car, catch me and tear me limb from limb. This is when I wake up with tears on my pillow.
It was so real, I got up locked the door to my room, turned on my laptop and the lights and huddled into my covers. The thing that really got me, the thing that despite the early time I couldn't get back to sleep, the worst thing was that I couldn't decide if I was still dreaming and it was going to happen to me again. That tomorrow id wake up as normal and by the end of the week id be broken and bloody on the side of a lonely highway.
Shudder
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I have to go fit a barricade around our front door
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