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Thursday, December 02, 2004
so my days of doing tech support are over at my current job. my new duties are really mundane and painfully boring. this manifested itself in last night's dreamtime. i was in a world of the undead. it was being caused by a strange green spore that was infesting homes and making people into zombies. some were more conscious than others, more coherent. i had a lot of personal control as compared to the others, but worried that i might lose it at some point. i was trying to keep others from being infected and would warn them of my own condition. i armed some of them with a cast iron skillet in case i lost control and attacked them. when i was initially infected there was a large red growth that was removed - well, it left my body - ok, it was shat out. it was definitely alive and we crated and buried it. at some point "friends" buried me in a shallow grave. i was able to come back and went on a search for family members. on my quest i met up with many zombies, each with various degrees of consciousness. most walked around with wide eyes and mouths hanging open. i visited malls, childhood neighborhoods, and relative's houses. i could speak coherently and thought myself different from the others. mainly because i was about to die for the second time. i struggled against it throughout the entire dream and was convinced at one point that i might recover. there was a small bump on my tongue that was growing and causing a slight impediment. this i took as a sign of new tissue growing in spite of my state of undead. i met up with various aunts and uncles, my brother, mom, both dads, etc. i remember telling them about the irony of my situation. i have always had a somewhat dark sense of humor and have often used "inappropriate" humor in reference to the dead. now i was my own punch line. |