Strange Days

I dreamed a dream again last night.

It was a strange night. First up was a dream placed in a zombie story, I think. not really sure. There were survivors, infected folks, lots of zombies, and a religious slant on it all that made it a bit frightening. What bothered me the most, though, was one particular image of a zombie attacking a pregnant hooker on the run, ripping off the lady's face from the nose down, and holding her while other friends ripped open her stomach to make a travel snack of the fetus.

I gotta work that into something somewhere.

After awakening and drifting off, I found myself on a train platform where my wife has been palced in a quarantine zone destined for destruction to prevent viral spread. Then it went to a funeral for a family member where beheadings were involved.

I'm never eating pie before bed again.

Peace,

J.C. Tabler