Strawberry_lovemuffin
Bluelighter
What IS it with me and zombie dreams lately?
In my dream last night, I walked outside to the front yard to find my boyfriend had come home - from a night out - in a coffin . He was just lying in an open coffin in the front yard. But alive. When he got out of the coffin, we could see he had been lying on top of a dead person - a young man, caked in dirt and mud.
So we're like: what the fuck do we do with this coffin and dead person? We called the cemetary (as you do). But they said they couldn't come out and get it. So we hoisted the coffin up on our shoulders and took it around the side of the house. Then I decided to ring the crematorium. But while i was on my mobile phone, I felt this prescence behind me.... I turned around to see a mud-caked hand touch me on the shoulder... Arrrrghhh the dead person had come to life!
Funnily enough, by this stage, he had changed to a she. (I guess I'm not a details person in my dreams either). The rest of the dream was about trying to get inside the house and urgently make our case to the crematorium lady on the phone, before we were caught by the mud-caked teenage girl zombie.
I really should start writing horror movies
In my dream last night, I walked outside to the front yard to find my boyfriend had come home - from a night out - in a coffin . He was just lying in an open coffin in the front yard. But alive. When he got out of the coffin, we could see he had been lying on top of a dead person - a young man, caked in dirt and mud.
So we're like: what the fuck do we do with this coffin and dead person? We called the cemetary (as you do). But they said they couldn't come out and get it. So we hoisted the coffin up on our shoulders and took it around the side of the house. Then I decided to ring the crematorium. But while i was on my mobile phone, I felt this prescence behind me.... I turned around to see a mud-caked hand touch me on the shoulder... Arrrrghhh the dead person had come to life!
Funnily enough, by this stage, he had changed to a she. (I guess I'm not a details person in my dreams either). The rest of the dream was about trying to get inside the house and urgently make our case to the crematorium lady on the phone, before we were caught by the mud-caked teenage girl zombie.
I really should start writing horror movies



