I had a long dream last night about the zombie apocalypse. It
was pretty omni-present no matter what I was dreaming about. Including the end
of the dream where all the zombies were decomposing enough that everything was
turning back to normal and I found my ex. So now that it was safe, we ran to
his old apartment where he lived when I first met him. And even though he was
married, we kissed and joked about them never finding us, and it was a new beginning
for us. But as we stepped outside, there she was- all the way from Florida with
her mother, and my step-mother and sister. She was white for some reason. They
invited us to dinner now that the apocalypse was over and we (my family and I) reluctantly
accepted. And I had to drive downtown with her holding his hand and kissing his
cheek and singing a song. She had a very pretty voice.
Stupid zombies.
Strange thing is, even though it was a zombie dream in the way that people come back from the dead, it was also a zombie dream to be remembering these people who should be long gone from my memory. I wish they'd stay dead sometimes but they keep coming back. All decayed and everything.
