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jchrisobrien) wrote2006-01-11 11:17 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2006-01-11 11:17 am
Is it a zombie apocalypse if no zombies show up?
I suspect it was the green tea mix I had before bed on Monday, along with some slight stuffiness, that made it impossible to sleep. Nyquil fixed the stuffiness, and put me under, but it woke me up again early in the morning with the same restlessness. Despire my earlier vow, I came to work anyway, with more of that green tea. If it can keep me awake at night, I can work during the day too. Right?
It did. There was a price to pay, however. My brain felt like it was trying to lift out of my head, floating along in front of me, pulling my body along with tendons and other stringy material. My body was little more than a puppet all day. I crashed out amazingly early for me, only to awake at 3 again. Despite that, and the infusion of zombie dreams, I still woke up relativly refreshed and alert.
The tea is still here, at my desk.
The word came over the radio: the dead were returning to life. I ran with what few possessions I could carry, and found this amazing house. It was about the size of a barn, with a smaller building attached to the side. The entire space was built for optimal zombie defense: There were lots of narrow , high stairways to confound the zombies, and landing where you could pour down fire or throw rocks. All the doors were on opposite ends of the rooms, forcing the zombies to travel further. Small murder holes were in the walls for sniping. The decoration inside was superb: comfortable, yet tactical. There were no windows excpet for the upper floors.
The funny thing is: there were no actual zombies in the dream. The people in the house trained to fight them, but all the action seemed to occur "off panel". What did occur were people problems: fights over who would lead the group, the owners of the house feeling superior to those they rescued, power struggles, humanity turning against each other. Actually, this could make for a very interesting zombie movie idea. You could call it "Waiting for Romero."
It did. There was a price to pay, however. My brain felt like it was trying to lift out of my head, floating along in front of me, pulling my body along with tendons and other stringy material. My body was little more than a puppet all day. I crashed out amazingly early for me, only to awake at 3 again. Despite that, and the infusion of zombie dreams, I still woke up relativly refreshed and alert.
The tea is still here, at my desk.
The word came over the radio: the dead were returning to life. I ran with what few possessions I could carry, and found this amazing house. It was about the size of a barn, with a smaller building attached to the side. The entire space was built for optimal zombie defense: There were lots of narrow , high stairways to confound the zombies, and landing where you could pour down fire or throw rocks. All the doors were on opposite ends of the rooms, forcing the zombies to travel further. Small murder holes were in the walls for sniping. The decoration inside was superb: comfortable, yet tactical. There were no windows excpet for the upper floors.
The funny thing is: there were no actual zombies in the dream. The people in the house trained to fight them, but all the action seemed to occur "off panel". What did occur were people problems: fights over who would lead the group, the owners of the house feeling superior to those they rescued, power struggles, humanity turning against each other. Actually, this could make for a very interesting zombie movie idea. You could call it "Waiting for Romero."
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