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The Legion of Fail
May. 25th, 2010 12:43 am
May. 25th, 2010
Writer's Block: Dream reader
May. 25th, 2010 01:55 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Zombies.
The most harrowing one, the one I actually jotted down when I woke up (which I rarely do), was where I was riding my bicycle on the local trail here in Terminus. It was a bright day. Sunny and blue. Cruising without a care. Then I see an old woman just ahead of me and directly off the path to the right. She was huddled over and appeared to be seriously hurt. I pulled up to see if she needed any help. Froze right then when I realized that she's actually huddled over the eviscerated carcass of a jogger and lapping frantically from the wound. Wanted to scream but couldn't. Then the old woman spun her face up to mine - hissed through clenched teeth that were bright white through a blood caked jaw. Un-froze. Took off stat, kicking the bike off with a push and pedaling as fast as I could (if not faster). The woman proceeded to give chase, on all fours moving with the speed of a large dog. She was snapping at my ankles like one as well. Pedaling for my life I kept a scant foot ahead of her before I lucked out and hit a downhill slope that ran under a bridge. Picked up speed with my descent. Looked back and saw the old woman dropping back with the distance.
Looked forward and there they were.
A wall of the living dead. They didn't move towards me. They didn't have to. My velocity would deliver me straight to them.
Woke up at the exact moment of impact.
Since I usually have Z-Dreams only when I'm stressed or especially worried about something I have no control over it doesn't exactly take Sigmund Freud to figure one's related to the other. There are ones where I'm in a cage surrounded by them like I was some animal at a zoo. There was one where all my friends left me behind because there was no room for me in the getaway car outside the mud church.
I blame the steady Romero/Fulci pop-culture diet I'm especially susceptible to.
Zombies.
The most harrowing one, the one I actually jotted down when I woke up (which I rarely do), was where I was riding my bicycle on the local trail here in Terminus. It was a bright day. Sunny and blue. Cruising without a care. Then I see an old woman just ahead of me and directly off the path to the right. She was huddled over and appeared to be seriously hurt. I pulled up to see if she needed any help. Froze right then when I realized that she's actually huddled over the eviscerated carcass of a jogger and lapping frantically from the wound. Wanted to scream but couldn't. Then the old woman spun her face up to mine - hissed through clenched teeth that were bright white through a blood caked jaw. Un-froze. Took off stat, kicking the bike off with a push and pedaling as fast as I could (if not faster). The woman proceeded to give chase, on all fours moving with the speed of a large dog. She was snapping at my ankles like one as well. Pedaling for my life I kept a scant foot ahead of her before I lucked out and hit a downhill slope that ran under a bridge. Picked up speed with my descent. Looked back and saw the old woman dropping back with the distance.
Looked forward and there they were.
A wall of the living dead. They didn't move towards me. They didn't have to. My velocity would deliver me straight to them.
Woke up at the exact moment of impact.
Since I usually have Z-Dreams only when I'm stressed or especially worried about something I have no control over it doesn't exactly take Sigmund Freud to figure one's related to the other. There are ones where I'm in a cage surrounded by them like I was some animal at a zoo. There was one where all my friends left me behind because there was no room for me in the getaway car outside the mud church.
I blame the steady Romero/Fulci pop-culture diet I'm especially susceptible to.
