Poor night’s sleep last night. Start of a new school year, lot to fret about. In my dreams I was on an island which was embraced by a malevolent force from outer space, turning everyone in the vicinity into flesh-eating zombies.
I knew something was wrong when I passed this guy on a bridge, he had lifted another man up by his arms and was ripping the screaming man’s lips off with his teeth. Soon enough I realized I was also a member of the undead, though I do not recall actually wanting to eat anyone or their brains. But I knew. I was cognizant - none of the zombies were addled, they just liked to eat the flesh of living humans.
Then I located my wife. She had not been affected by this force, she was not one of us. She was a living human. Then a car drove by with guys in it, and I told her to hide. Zombies got out and began questioning me. They could tell I was a member of their unholy ranks (sorry, I am tired of writing the word “zombie”) but I could tell they did not trust me - they knew I was keeping a secret. And I knew that I must protect my beloved, no matter what the cost.
When I woke up this morning, I was terribly distressed. Not because my dream was about flesh-eating zombies, but because I had stolen the premise of the Twilight series.
Yeah, but you did it with zombies, so it was possibly a little less classy. Zombies don't sit up all night composing swoony piano music. They mostly do the eating brains thing when they can't sleep.
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