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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