August 6, 2003
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So to give you an idea of some of the strange stuff that spontaneously appears in my brain once I close my eyes….
In a recent dream, I was being followed around by a zombie baby that just wanted me to pick it up and cuddle it. Well of course I didn’t want to be anywhere near the creepy little thing, but it kept following me everywhere I went throughout this deserted house.
It didn’t help that its “family” wanted it back. I tried to tell them they could have it, but the creepy little monster wouldn’t leave. I ended up holding the thing out a window by its shirt, while its “family” stood below, and threatening to drop it if they didn’t go away. (Personal note, I would never do that to a baby, zombie or otherwise).
Unfortunately, it reached out to me for a hug…. and I dropped it. I felt really bad about it too when I woke up. I would never drop a baby, even if it was the grossest, most maggoty, rotting animated corspe I’d ever seen.
I mean, I once had a dream years ago (I think I was 12) that I was naked and lost in an underground labyrinth. Around my neck, I had this zombie hand that was supposed to help me find my way out, but I ended up sitting on some dark stairs while this disembodied hand ran up and down the stairs like some kind of bald cat on catnip.
So if I could stand to have this old, green-gray hand periodically twitching as it hung from my neck as I wandered through pitch black catacombs while naked, you’d think I could stand to hug a friendly zombie baby while fully clothed!
