dreams from my diseased mind

Ths is why i don't like to sleep,
because my mind rebels against me and stages a tries to overthrow what little good sense i have... what very little i have.

I've decided to share this dream becaus it's the most recent that I can remember in whole

Hobey Ho

I am in Sarah's bed, where i usuall sleep, my laptop on the floor beside me with my knitting on top of it, and my copy of "The Dome" by Steven King resting by my hand. I felt a chill up my spine as my eyes burst open. Not a second too late the door burst open and I grabbed my truty book and threw it up to protect my face as I turned to face my attacker.

Blood dripping frm his mouth, he let out a moan as he swayed in the doorway. Zombie. I Jumped up on the bed and charged my rotting nemesis. Blood pounding in my ears, I shoved the bottom of the bood into his mouth and he toppled back out of the doorway. I slammed the door sht and locked the door. I jumped over the bed an ran to the windows, slamming them shut and pulling the shades down. I looked through the venetian blinds and saw a few unfrtunate, early morning joggers running from their own bloody hordes. I quickly piked up my phone to call my few close ones and made plans to meet at someone's apartment.

The apartment was actually the classroom from my Earth Science class in Highschool. We all looked at eachother in the classroom and quickly asked who's bright idea it was to meet at a highschool.

We all piled into my jeep and started heading north,away from populated areas, running over corpses and raiding small homes along the way. As i was driving I was picking at a hangnail on my thumb, kept biting at it and biting at it. Someonee in the back of the car said something and i jerked my head aroun to talk to them, unfortnately with the hangnail still between my teeth. I pulled the bit of toughene skin with me and ended up peeling a skn about a foot long off of my hand and arm. My mother then materialized in the passengers seat of the car and began to scold me for getting blood on my clothes. She then grabbed my arm and stapled the skin back onto my body, but it was lopsided.

I told her not to staple my skin back on in the future because I was sure I would do a better job (obviously) and she dematerialized.

Then a person who was both my roommate in college and my little sister said she was hungry, so so hungry and that we had nothing to eat. I told her if she turned into a zombie she would have plenty to eat (sarcastically) so se jumped out the window of the moving car.

Somewhere along this drea my car went from red ot black.

And then i woke up. yay