Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Damn You Zombie Kitten!

Every now and then I will have a serial dream for about a week. I don’t know how it happens, but I end up having a dream that begins where last night’s ended. My current serial has dealt with the wonderful world of zombies. Up until last night I have been defending a house against zombies, and not just human zombies. The night before I thought I had finally rid the house of all things human and beast that was zombified. Last night I was doing a final sweep of the house. Everything appeared to be in the clear till I came across a vent in the floor. I remember feeling proud of myself for not being bitten or hurt by zombies. The cats in the house scurried toward the open vent and started eating something. I kneeled down to see the cats were eating an already dead cat. At least it was dead till it became a zombie cat. “Oh shit!” I shouted. Sure enough all the cats that were eating the zombie cat became themselves zombie cats. I grabbed a large bag to catch the zombie cats. I moved swiftly and caught one. Yes! I dodged a couple as they came after me, and scooped them up in the bag. I thought I had caught them all till I glanced over my shoulder to see a zombie kitten perched on a desk. Sure enough it jumped on my back. Its claws dug deep but not as deep as its bite. I shook the kitten off, and finally caught it up in the bag. I quickly killed the zombie cats before I myself turned into a zombie. Sitting alone, I rebuked myself for being bitten. I was so stupid. I awoke right before zombification. The lesson learned: Never turn your back on a zombie kitten.

6 comments:

faith said...

What do you eat before bed?

Very creative I must say!

Keymaster said...

At least it wasn't a Zombie fish - those are the devil!

bobby said...

Tonight's episode: Zombie Brad plays zombie-killing video game on couch.

Keymaster said...

I had a dream about the sharks from Lost after reading this blog. I killed them dead - then I rescued everyone off the island.

Bradford said...

I like the idea that I've influenced the dream of someone I've technically never met. Except this opens up so many questions. How did you know they were there? Did you already have your own boat? Were you wearing your fightin' pants in the dream?

Keymaster said...

Never underestimate your powers Brad.

And turns out that my fightin' pants double as a wet suit of sorts.