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Aug. 26th, 2009 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againUh. Dudes. I meant to LJ post properly tonight, only I was tired and a bit cranky and decided one more day wouldn't make a difference. So I went to bed early and instead dreamed a detailed Zombie Apocalypse story. With characterisation. I shit you not. The woman was called Sarah (I may have read comments about Sarah Connor Chronicles earlier) and she had a daughter and she was somehow involved in Zombie Apocalypse. Her fellow-scientist guy caught it only he had a concentrated dose so he was like super!zombie and, after a fight that seemed to last hours, she locked him in the lab which was in the basement of this isolated building/hotel (hey, I never said the novel wouldn't need editing) and ran upstairs. The top floor had balconies overlooking the pretty-flat surrounding area and a lockable door so people hid there but had to venture out for food and kept coming back bitten and Sarah wouldn't let them in. And the lock on the fucking door stuck all the time so I kept dreaming about trying to lock this stupid sticking lock with a person turning into a zombie on the other side.
Then on a food-run into town, Sarah and her daughter were found by a blond science student and her friend who'd found the preserved head (it was in a bag full of squishy science-fluid; I vaguely heard something about the jar it was in being broken) the virus originally came from and Sarah was all excited because they could fix it all 'in less than a week'. Only everyone the blond science student gave the head to kept putting it down and it rolled and I'd just wondered why everyone kept putting it down when it rolled a little way away down the hill they were on and one of the Supporting Cast whispered why do they keep putting it down and Sarah said it was the smell and then it rolled away to the feet of a zombie and they all had to run away without their cure!head. They ended up back in the mansion and Sarah was standing on the front balcony watching the zombie army coming (staggering) over the horizon and then...
...and then I woke up. And lay in the dark for a bit wondering if it was silly of me to turn the light on. Then Casper moved on my feet and I couldn't tell if it was him or a zombie crawling over the bed.
I turned the light on. It may actually stay on all night. Sorry environment.
Once the light was on it seemed sensible to turn on the laptop and double-check the zombie invasion hasn't happened in the two hours I've been sleeping. Twitter isn't mentioning it and I'm pretty sure on Z Day we'll get people Twittering while being eaten so that's reassuring and BBC is also zombie-free so I think I'm safe 'til morning. Hopefully. *touch wood*
This is absolutely what I get for gleefully getting crazy conservative old workmite to discuss the Zombie Apocalypse with me today. It's a sign. Z-Day should only be discussed with those who take it- not, uh, seriously but who know what you mean when you say remove the head or destroy the brain. She did not. Thus, I am punished.
I may try to sleep again now. If I have inflicted Bad Zombie Dreams on you all now, I'm sorry! But also a little bit glad it won't just be me unable to sleep. Misery loves company. :)
Then on a food-run into town, Sarah and her daughter were found by a blond science student and her friend who'd found the preserved head (it was in a bag full of squishy science-fluid; I vaguely heard something about the jar it was in being broken) the virus originally came from and Sarah was all excited because they could fix it all 'in less than a week'. Only everyone the blond science student gave the head to kept putting it down and it rolled and I'd just wondered why everyone kept putting it down when it rolled a little way away down the hill they were on and one of the Supporting Cast whispered why do they keep putting it down and Sarah said it was the smell and then it rolled away to the feet of a zombie and they all had to run away without their cure!head. They ended up back in the mansion and Sarah was standing on the front balcony watching the zombie army coming (staggering) over the horizon and then...
...and then I woke up. And lay in the dark for a bit wondering if it was silly of me to turn the light on. Then Casper moved on my feet and I couldn't tell if it was him or a zombie crawling over the bed.
I turned the light on. It may actually stay on all night. Sorry environment.
Once the light was on it seemed sensible to turn on the laptop and double-check the zombie invasion hasn't happened in the two hours I've been sleeping. Twitter isn't mentioning it and I'm pretty sure on Z Day we'll get people Twittering while being eaten so that's reassuring and BBC is also zombie-free so I think I'm safe 'til morning. Hopefully. *touch wood*
This is absolutely what I get for gleefully getting crazy conservative old workmite to discuss the Zombie Apocalypse with me today. It's a sign. Z-Day should only be discussed with those who take it- not, uh, seriously but who know what you mean when you say remove the head or destroy the brain. She did not. Thus, I am punished.
I may try to sleep again now. If I have inflicted Bad Zombie Dreams on you all now, I'm sorry! But also a little bit glad it won't just be me unable to sleep. Misery loves company. :)
