I wish that I could always dream mundane, boring, completely forgettable dreams. But my record of epic nightmares continues.
Last night I actually got up and walked around the house for a few minutes to make sure I would break the cycle and not have a recurring nightmare (this happens a lot, too).
Werewolves. Where do these things come from? Anyway, fortunately, these werewolves could be killed by conventional weapons, no silver bullets or anything special like that needed. Unfortunately, it took a massive number of injuries to put one down. We were running out of ammo. And then...some of them came back as zombie werewolves.
This cartoonish drawing is actually pretty accurate.
I always tell anyone who will listen after one of these dreams that my mind hates me. It kind of makes sense allegorically: you fight humans who have lowered themselves into animal states, but even after defeat they rise up and continue mindlessly attacking you. This is simply everyday life.ReplyDelete