M. Shaw’s zombie dream

Posted: 02/24/2013 in Uncategorized

This was last night. My dream, I mean.

Zombies, apocalypse, etc. The zombies had green, rotten skin and smelled like death, and they ate people, especially but not exclusively their brains. They didn’t moan much, or stumble around. They moved more or less like normal people, and they could talk and see and hear (and presumably taste, otherwise they probably wouldn’t be so hot for eating flesh)–but they were stupid: easy to fool, and not very good with deductive reasoning.

I was with a group of people and we had a hideout in a school cafeteria. It had big windows and a few doors, but we hung up curtains in front of the windows and doors that were printed to look like cinderblock walls. As long as you checked to make sure there were no zombies around when you went in or out, they would never know there was anything there. Dumbasses.

If you got close to the zombies (sometimes brave people would hang out just behind the curtains while they were on the other side) you could hear them talk to each other. They talked about cars and cell phone plans and TV shows and their kids and Call of Duty, even though they didn’t have any of those things–most of them had clothes, but that was about it. They were zombies.

There wasn’t much to do in the hideout besides not get eaten by zombies. We played cards a lot. I was nostalgic for living in a place that had a pool table. One guy had the idea to turn the place into a makeshift casino–thought we could use it to get more canned food or whatever. A lot of people were opposed, but he went ahead and did it anyway, and a lot more people from other hideouts started coming around. Inevitably, at least one of them fucked up and the zombies figured out how to get in. Shit got a lot more complicated from there. The dream went on a lot longer, but that’s the part that I felt like was more worth scrutiny. Like it had subtext. Subtext about people ruining something by doing something stupid and shortsighted, and letting the stupid in to feast.


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