Shoot Them in the Brains... You Zombie Killers!

Last night I had a strange and vivd dream.

 I was in some sort of post-apocalyptic dystopia.  A place and time where huge cities, some quasi-futuristic with sweeping towers and holographic screens that still flickered into life, and some startlingly familiar looking places (especially the strip mall), were practically devoid of people, abandoned.

Almost every place I visited had that sad look and hollow sound that only sets in after years of disuse. There was a cold feel that only emerges after people move away.  The cities were still in that transition time where it had lost the vitality it once had but nature hadn't attempted to reclaim the land.  Cities and buildings were simply large mausoleums, structures and places that showed how high we had ascended and how quickly we had been dispersed.  Apparently, I and an ever changing group of people were the last people who had managed to survive the brunt of a zombie nightmare.

That's right.  I was in a real life(dream) zombie fest, and I have zero clue how I hadn't managed to be eaten/infected.  After all, my cardio is clearly not up to snuff, and I have never really handled a weapon.  Yet there I was one of the remaining members of humanity.  Even during the dream I don't remember really killing any zombies.  Though I do remember picking up a golf bag and selecting a couple long weapons: a baseball bat, a couple golf clubs, and some sort of pole.

The parts that I still remember were the exploring the cities for anything that could help us stay alive, I remember, also directing people into their positions when we were pinned down on an upper story of a building and trying to get down the stairwell. That was pretty intense.  There was also that time at the strip mall where a group of us had managed to scramble on top of the roof of a restroom, while we waited for the rest of the group to arrive and help.

The sad part of every dream, no matter how clearly you saw it, is that it always starts to fade as soon as you wake.  Even now while I write this I had to really make an effort to piece together the events of the dream.  And it was actually a fun dream.  I felt really accomplished in that world.  Though I guess when the bar is set to the point where waking up to a new day is the threshold for success, the dream was just trying to help me continue a lazy streak.

But I guess the point of this post is something important that I wanted to share with you all:  if you eat a huge meal consisting of chili cheese hot dogs right before going to bed, you are likely going to dream about flesh eating abominations.