So last night, I had my first zombie dream. Yah, pretty exciting. I usually dream about the Apocalypse or visiting hell in the style of Dante, just more unescorty and more undercover (Analyze that!).
So I was at a college party on Columbia's beautiful campus (not unlike the one I was at recently). I walked outside to find my self alone, of course. It was pretty late, I'd say post-midnight...the witching hour if you will. Soon enough, the campus morphed into my alma mater, UNM. Which I'm more familiar with and was altogether relieved to be at, until I heard the screams...
Immediately, I knew I was being chased by a group of zombies because a) there were dead people bloodily smeared everywhere, and b) besides stark silence, there were distant screams.
Horrifying, I know.
My heart was racing as I duck and hid and sprinted across the campus, knowing I was home free to some back parking lot on North Campus (where the hospital is) when I turned the corner to see the legion of zombies, covered in blood, but white as ghosts, screaming and howling like a pack of velociraptors (so impressionable I am).
In agonizing defeat, I knelt to the ground and howled in angst as they began to stone me, which was these zombies apparent subduction of their victims.
As a zombie-clenched stone rocketed towards my face, my alarm went off.
Requisite startle included.
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