I swear I don't have daddy issues!

I'm on the weird VIVID dream kick again.  I've got a few so I'll just post one at a time.  

Anyways, it starts off in a large city, maybe NYC...maybe Miami...I dunno.  I had an interview in a big skyscraper.  I think my dad got me the interview so he drove me.  Mind you I am closing in on 40 so why would my father drive me to an interview?!?!  Anyway, in addition to myself, we brought a current co-worker & friend of mine whom I've known since college...also not weird at all.  

At this point everything is normal.  I'm dressed in a business suit and heels.  But then we get to the 37th floor and it's a...party....?  Apparently this isn't a normal interview.  It's a social.  So in true NOLA Gurl fashion, I mingled and made friends.  It was a LONG day.  So incredibly long.  I felt like I was there for hours and I had to have been because it was dark outside the windows.  

I was looking for my dad when I heard a commotion.  You see although we were on the 37th floor you could see over a balcony to a mezzanine (is that what its called???).  People were screaming and there were other people running...like....oh God...they were running like....Cheetahs on Speed. No no no no no no!!!!! Now I am scared, I can hear the blood rushing in my ears.  I can't find my dad and there are infected people below me!!!  I am trapped in a skyscraper with f**king 28 Days Later "zombies"!!!!!!!!!!

I call his phone and he picks up.  He left!  He f**king left!  He said I didn't seem to need him so he went home.  I was on the verge of crying asking and I quote "Daddy, why did you leave me?"  To which he responded, "I didn't leave you, I left the situation".  Yea go ahead and Freud that one....moving on.

I found my friend and explained we were stranded.  He was panicking a bit.  He saw the commotion below and was scared.  No one else at the social seemed concerned.  They were like "we are way up high...Zombies can't use the elevator".  I'm sorry, WHAT!?!?! 

Somehow we stole some key fobs and were in the parking garage.  You could hear the inhuman screeching echoing all around.  We were running but so slow...its was like running through sand and pressing key fobs to find a car...ANY CAR!!! My heart was racing.  I was drenched in sweat. Running in heels is stupid! My friend is white as a sheet which is impressive because he is fairly tan. 

We are in a car, he's driving (his driving scares me normally so there is that) and he brings me to my house but its not my house.  He says his uncle has a place in the swamp (MAKES NO SENSE...he is not from here...) and gives me the coordinates.  Not the address...the f**king coordinates!  

Here is where I woke up.  I woke up in a cold sweat and like WTAF.  I went back to sleep wanting to dream of anything else.  But the f**king dream continued.  I woke up, went pee, and went back to sleep and continued the freaking dream.  That NEVER happens!

As I settle back into dreamland, it jumps and me and my husband are driving in the boonies trying to find this place.  Its pitch blank but thankfully no inhuman screeching.  (at this point I knew I was dreaming I had a thought of OMG, why am I still dreaming about this?!?!?!?)  

It jumps again and we are in what looks like a really big plane hanger that's been converted into a makeshift living area.  Its extremely fortified and hidden but we are alone.  No one is there.  The dream has taken on a yellow tint....like dim old light bulb lighting.  I call my friend from a landline (what?!?). He said they are stuck on the freeway (now I know I am dreaming because we call it an interstate or highway) but to make ourselves at home.  So there I am checking out the provisions in the fridge, when out of nowhere a rabid (infected) yorkie comes running at me, I'm screaming, running away as its trying to nip my ankles.   I had to kill it....so I chopped off its head with a knife but...decapitating is not a simple thing so there was sawing...it was...it was not cool.  Do you know how traumatizing that is for a person who loves animals?!?!?!  I mean I wasn't attached to the dog but it was a bit "I am Legend" -ish feeling....

Somehow my geriatric cat is also there and she's been "bitten" but because she is so old, she's fine.  I swear...that was the line of thinking.  Okay then.... apparently if you're old, the virus is like meh, no point.  

The power switched to a generator because I guess society was collapsing *shrug*.  So I was sitting with my husband in the hazy yellow light of a shack in the swamp petting my old but uninfected cat with a decapitated yorkie on the floor just waiting.

The Zombies are coming, the zombies are coming!!!

I can tell you with 100% certainty that if I got an alert at 1:45 AM about "Extreme Zombie Activity" and I had no power, I would have a minor panic attack until my brain woke up. 

How does that happen?!!??! Link

"There are now far less than seven-thousand-three-hundred-eighty customers involved due to extreme zombie activity,"

SHUT UP!  That cannot be real?!!?!?

OMG!

Seriously though...you get that and you are half asleep...possibly dreaming about zombies (it happens...shoosh)

Conclusion, a Walking Dead hacker thinks he/she is f**king hilarious!!!!!


Favorite line: “I want to reiterate that Lake Worth does not have any zombie activity currently and apologize for the system message,” Ben Kerr said.

You get f**king World War Z!!! How do you not know this??????

So I saw this:

That was 100% my first thought.  You want to know what happens?  You get the Zombie Apocalypse.  Hopefully not Cheetahs on Speed Zombies but Zombies none the less.  It pretty much will be the Walking Dead.  Okay maybe they are "basically" still ALIVE but their brain function would be so jacked up that they would be walking corpses.

Some of it could be because we all turned into a bunch of whiny b**ches when we get sick! Doctors over prescribe antibiotics.  We don't always need one to get better.  We SHOULD be letting our bodies fight off infections.  Other reasons may include antibiotics in livestock and pharmaceutical companies not investing in NEW antibiotics to fight the new resistant strains.  Its some scary stuff.

I guess it really is a type of evolution on the micro scale.  Something harms the colony, some develop ways to resist this threat, those live and reproduce creating an antibiotic resistant strain of something simple like strep *gulp*...that sounds awful. Think about them evolving at unheard of speeds and we have a major issue.  Soooo what do we do?!?!?  How can we stop this?!?!  Can it be stopped?!?!?!!?!?!

I mean this is basically what all those "crazy" end of days movies are about.  World War Z, 28 Days Later, Outbreak, Contagion, I am Legend, etc.  In most of those scenarios this "virus" turns us into mindless, violent, pathogen spreading super "humans", who usually tend to make god awful screaming noises and do this weird f**king clicking with their teeth.  Seriously why does the creepy cheetah on speed zombie doctor have to click his f**king teeth!?!?!?!? 

I don't scare easy but that $hit gives me to heebie jeebies!!!!!!

In other cases we just all walk around coughing crud into each others faces like a bunch of animals causing more people to get the crazy world ending virus.

Either way sounds like a big ol' pain in the @$$ that I'd rather not be a part of.  

Zombies are @$$holes, mmmmkay

I think I figured it out.  I have my most cracked out dreams when I am utterly exhausted.  I am not talking "hey I worked out earlier" tired.  I am talking about "I cleaned my ENTIRE house", "Did ALL the yard work (cut grass/weed-eated/hedged)", "ran a 1/2 marathon" or in my most recent case "played in the pool with a bunch of kiddos under the age of 6 for more than 3 hours". 


And when I say played, I do not mean relaxing in the pool while a lil one waddles around you.  I mean fully submerged swimming/walking back and forth.  Getting in and out. Making sure no one busts anything, "No running!!!" (sorry, my inner lifeguard comes out from time to time).  Busy busy busy BUT very fun!  So by the time it was time for bed, I was basically a Zombie. 

I had the most insane dream.  I don't watch a lot of Zombie shows/movies . . .well I do sometimes but not as ofter as other supernatural stuff, so I was really confused when I woke up as to why I dreamt about 'zombies'.  And I don't mean "Night of the Living Dead" slow walking, moaning "braaaaaains" zombies.  I am talking about those terrifying ones that run like f**king cheetahs (World War Z, 28 Days Later, I am Legend, etc.).  I was NEVER scared of zombies because I always thought, "dude you can OUTRUN them"...until 28 Days Later came out.  I remember going to the theater to see it and I was f**king scared out of my mind!  They didn't just run, they full on sprinted, all the while screeching.  And it wasn't like a slow burn infection.  You got ANY type of bodily fluid in you and you were a screaming banshee in seconds, WTAF!?!?

It's a loooong, detailed dream...get some popcorn and enjoy.  

Okay, moving on to my dream.  I was on vacation with the other half when the world went to $hit.  I am assuming we were in some sort of tropical climate because there was a resort and swimming BUT there were also things that hinted at Europe sooooo who the f**k knows.  I am not sure how but basically we get separated.  One minute we are enjoying an all inclusive beach and boos resort and the next minute I am wandering around Ireland...Scotland...MAYBE...it was really green...and a bit nippy.  I really don't know but it wasn't the U.S. that's for sure (people talked "funny").  I am picked up by a group of other survivors and brought to something that looks like a fort.  But inside it is ANOTHER all inclusive type place, no beach but a ridiculous pool and lavish buildings.  I am concerned about getting the f**k out of whatever country I am in but everyone there is like "no we stay here and wait for rescue" which sounds like the WORST idea to me.  There are parties every night and patrols every day.  I remember going swimming (no clue where the suit came from ) at one point.  There was a guy. . .I can't remember his face but he was attractive, tall and skinny but muscular.  He wouldn't leave me alone, even when I said "sorry boo, I am taken" (see even in my dreams, faithful wife).  He kept trying to catch me in the pool.  He got pissed at one point and threw a bunch of giant pills at me (is that The drugs???).  After some contemplation I went to the room he was sharing with some other peeps and returned the pills (I have no idea why, don't ask).  He looked different now.  I remember thinking "holy $hit, he's famous!" but I am not sure who it was.  We were suddenly BFF's and practically inseparable (no more sexual advances).

Jumping ahead, a group of us thought the whole "party all the time" mantra was a bad idea.  Stop making noise!!!  So of course one fateful night the "zombies" breach the outer wall and come pouring in.  We were near the insane pool...two options 1) Run around it and chance getting caught by a human cheetah on speed or 2) Dive into the water and swim across....the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, looks like I'm getting wet (shhhhhhhh, get your mind out the gutter).   The details of the dream were so vivid!  I could feel the water go up my nose when someone accidentally jumped on top of me.  I remember the weight of my clothes from jumping in fully clothed and the heaviness of my tennis shoes.  I can still feel the vice like grip on my calf as an inhuman fell in, latched onto my leg, and pulled me back under.  And I remember the relief I felt as my friend pulled me from the water and to safety (no bites or scratches...whew).  Thankfully the infected seemed to have trouble traversing the water so we managed to get a head start running (as I coughed a gallon of water out my burning lungs).  We made it to a main building where we broke into groups to enact a plan that I don't remember helping to create but I knew my place.

It consisted of us running UP stairs to lure the infected behind us. . . okay in EVERY horror movie I yell "OMG don't go up the f**king stairs! There is no way to escape." But we had a plan . . .it was sketchy at best.  We had to wait for the rabid individuals to see us and then run like our @$$ was on fire, what could go wrong...?

Jumping ahead again, we are no longer in the safety of the resort.  We've been separated into smaller groups.  Not by choice. . .  We are moving from "safe" house to "safe" house as quickly and quietly as possible.  We sleep in shifts and scavenge for food in the abandoned homes.  We can't eat just anything, in case it is INFECTED.   The only thing I really remember from this part is that my new friend was fiercely protective of me, &/or I made him feel safe...grounded...not sure.  I just know he NEVER left my side.  I can recall him basically cocooning himself around me while I was sleeping and holding on for dear life (we are talking vice grip).  Not in a snuggle up or sexy way...more like an "I can't lose you too way".  And honestly sometimes I wasn't sure if he was protecting me from the zombies or the other men in our group.  It was weird. 

Jumping ahead further, we find more survivors.  It is a military compound. They will only let us in once our eyes have been scanned (this was from I am Legend, I think).  They wanted to separate us but my friend said we were married so we could get in...together.   Conveniently we both had wedding bands....I guess he was married too...I don't remember noticing it before this.  It is hot, loud and chaotic but it feels safe.  I have no idea how much time had passed but eventually I spot a familiar face in the mess hall and practically tackle him (my other half, if you didn't figure that out).  He has a woman with him...it is my friend's wife...I know, I know very cheesy...sorry...I think my brain needed a happy thought.  Out of no where I heard the animalistic screeching the runners make.  Somehow they got inside. . . I was wrapped up in my hubbies arms crying when I felt a powerful shove...I woke up. 

I obviously don't know for sure what happened but I know what it felt like.  It felt like the "monster" got me.  Needless to say, I couldn't really fall back asleep after that.  My heart felt like it was trying to escape.  But why did I have this insane dream?!?!  Then I remembered.  Saturday night I put on SyFy Channel and watched 28 Weeks Later.  I didn't watch all of it but I watched enough to give my subconscious enough ammo to scare the bejesus out of me.