I think this thread put zombies in my dream. Dave and I were going skiing, but as we approached the ski lift, we could see zombies hanging upside-down from the chairs on one side, trying to get at the people on the other side. So instead we went to a house where the basement was full of cookies, and found a bedroom full of dogs and dog poop. The adult son of the woman whose house it was was bitter because his mom's new boyfriend was a baby.
(I did NOT eat cheese before I went to bed.)
"Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible." -Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama
I often have nightmares where I am searching for the perfect white eyelet skirt too. You do NOT want to know how they end.
As far as zombie nightmares go tho, they seem to hit me in waves. I won't have any for a few weeks, then I'll have maybe three nights in a row. I blame stress and poor late night food choices. And too many zombie movies.
"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing." Benjamin Franklin
Amazing what our minds can left to their own devices isn't it!?
For a while I was dreaming zombies pretty consistently, enough so that I'd wake myself and Bill from a good sleep freaking out because one was coming through the wall, out of the closet, in the window, etc...
Fortunately, those have subsided enough that at least I'm not recall them and they're not waking me/us for now. C~
I am so with you about the mouse and horse thing-that is me exactly! As for Zombie dreams- I have really weird,freaky dreams (I love sci-fi-well,most-not the sick torture stuff)-had one zombie dream,but it wasn't scarey-it was a while back though...
"It's not the mountains ahead that wear you out-it's the grain of sand in your shoe"-unknown
I'm the kind of person who can't look at a dead mouse in a mouse trap. But I can watch zombie flicks with very little flinching (cried when the zombs ate Rick's horse, then got ticked at Rick for being so stupid...)
But at least once a week I have a marathon of zombie dreams. Last night's little number was shopping for the perfect white eyelet skirt at a specialty shop in my imagination. I wasn't me. But a version of me if that makes sense. The attack happened, and I told everyone to get in the back room, and I turned off all the lights. I ran through the store shutting and locking all the windows and doors. Some people off the street ran into the back door as I was locking it, and before I would let them join the rest of the shoppers that I was putting on lock down, I made them strip and checked them for scratches, bites, etc. One guy wouldn't take his pants off and I pulled out the gun from somewhere and told him to either take his f-ing pants off or find somewhere else to hide.
Everyone was scared, and I gave some fabulous speech how they needed to be quiet, and if they couldn't be, they knew where the door was. Then I sat down with some other lady, and the guy who wouldn't take his pants off and began drawing up plans to fortify and find food.
Does anyone else have this problem? These dreams are exhausting, (and exhilarating, I'm still riding the high) Maybe I need a lobotomy....
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