Zombies are eating my head (but I wish they'd go for the lungs)

[sarahmichigan]

If Sarah goes to bed at 7 p.m. on a Sunday night without having eaten dinner, you know she's sick.

I woke up several times, hacking up a lung. I was awake for about 90 minutes between 12:45 a.m. and 2:15 a.m. this morning, playing around on-line because I couldn't sleep. We didn't have any cough syrup, so I used the cold remedy that dionysus1999's Mom used to use: a shot of whisky. It worked pretty well. My brain was incredibly cruel to me, though, because once I finally fell back asleep, I had a really long, involved, bloody dream about zombies. It had characters and a plot and everything. It was very cinematic.



I dreamed that I was in this high school gym with a bunch of people, trying to kill the zombies in our midst so that everyone inside was non-zombie. I would see someone start twitching, and I'd point them out so the people with rifles could shoot them before they started to bite. And then, when we were pretty sure there were no more zombies inside, we spent some time reinforcing the windows and doors to keep the zombies out. At one point, I was huddled in a corner, and I was silently pointing to the windows when I saw a zombie, and someone else was shooting them in the head before they could get inside.

Time passed, and it was spring, and we'd fortified the school, and we'd pushed our perimeter out so that we could go outside in a small radius around the school, and had lookouts posted to keep us safe from any zombies that might wander by. We had a small garden going to feed us, and life was looking up. We'd also invented these kind of scaffold-swings for the children. They were like swing seats attached to ropes, and there were little compartments under the seats so food and water could be stashed under there. If we had a zombie break into the building, the adults would send the children to their swings, and they'd pull themselves up, with pulleys, up to the ceiling where they'd be safely out of the way while the adults fought the zombie intruders.

There was another vignette where one of the humans in a wheelchair was out in the community garden, and a zombie wandered in from the nearby woods. Two young folks with rifles distracted the visiting zombie while the other folks got the woman in the wheelchair back inside. The young blonde woman with the rifle made it back OK, but the young dude's rifle jammed, and the zombie took a big, bloody bite out of his neck. We ended up having to shoot both of them.



I called off sick for work today. There was no use going in and hacking up a lung and infecting my co-workers. I'm legitimately sick, but feeling antsy and guilty for not being more productive this weekend. I'll probably end up doing some dishes and laundry and general clutter control so I don't feel this is a completely wasted day. I certainly don't need to sleep any more. My hips hurt from all the time I spent in bed last night as it is.

Comments

[flyinglemurs.livejournal.com]

Were u watching sean of the dead lately lil?
Or buffy?

Sounds like your dreams are a lot like mine...only well no zombies in mine thank god....but the full cenematic detail w plot thing. It is both interesting at times and annoying at otheres cause sometimes when u are really stressed and hectic and tired you really don't want to spend all night chasing rainbow colored monkeys through the jungle or some such, you just want to have long restful blank sleeep.

Hope u feel better soon.

[sarahmichigan.livejournal.com]

I have watched quite a few zombie movies in the last 4-5 months (Sean of the Dead, the newer version of Dawn of the Dead) but not in the last few weeks. I'm not sure where it all came from.

Usually, I don't remember my dreams in that much detail unless I sleep for an extended period of time, say more than 9 hours.

I hope I feel better soon, too! Thanks. :)