Never ask a zombie to give you a hand.

[seryn]

Last night I dreamed vividly. I dreamed I was watching someone in a hospital bed with a visitor in a chair pulled up next to it. The visitor stroked the patient's face... the patient opened its mouth and ate off the visitor's hand. I heard it crunching and spurting and the patient slurping it down noisily.

The dream me watched this avidly.

Then I woke up.

Simon was mad that I got up because he's cold. It's 80F at my desk. But he's cold. And was last night. I finally came back to bed after the second plea. Where I lay awake for almost an hour, counting my fingers over and over again to make sure it hadn't been me.

I fell asleep about 45 minutes before the alarm went off. I got up, made breakfast, then went to snooze for a bit, I was still showered and dressed and ready to go with enough time to read for half an hour before Simon needed his ride.

Probably this doesn't sound scary to people reading this. But I could smell it in my dream. And afterward for the two hours I spent watching a movie with all the living room lights on before returning to bed.

Comments

[pj]

I much prefer the dreams that require no interpretation at all. They appeal to my straightforward sensibility. {{{{{{{you}}}}}}}}

[seryn]

Thanks. I should put in a request on the dream menu because the house special kind of sucks here.