Dear Meal, Come Over For Dinner BRRRAAAINNNSSS, Sincerly -Zak
I have recurring dreams.
Some are better than others.
They would all fall under the title of “Nightmares”, but realistically, they aren’t very scary.
Usually, I’m with a small group of archetype characters who I’ve never met, then I’m forced into a house or a hotel to defend myself from roaming zombies.
That’s another constant. Large buildings with multiple rooms and corridors and just an expanse of awesome set pieces.
There I am, fighting my way through, seeing some people die here and there. Some of the people in the group get bitten and we have to put them down.
There sometimes are animal zombies. Little yippy lap dogs and talking rats thirsty for my brains. Crazy shit.
Trying to determine what’s going on in my sub-conscience is the most frustrating part.
I’m not always a believer in dreams = knowledge, but when you have recurring patterns in your life, it’s difficult to leave alone and not try to extrapolate data from it.
There I sat, 5:47am trying to figure it all out.
I’m left with three thoughts.
1. I’m walking through life like a zombie. (likely)
2. I’m so isolated from the world that everyone around me feels like the walking dead. (possible)
3. My life is meaningless and nothing I have done, am doing, or will do makes any sense or point and I’m deluding myself into thinking it does. (plausible)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have one of my tornado dreams to really round out a mentally challenging week.
