Zombies are coming to get YYOOUU!

For the past few months, maybe even a year, I'm not entirely sure - I have been having random nightmares about Zombies. Yes yes, it's funny that a nineteen year old still has nightmares but don't you dare tell me that even you adults stopped having them as children.

Anyway, I woke up in a cold sweat well before my alarm went off because I was having this crazy dream. I was in some sort of school/house building with tons of windows. The group of us that was "left," for a lack of a better term, went about trying to seal the room from the intruders that would soon hanut us as the sun went down. We went around and boarded doors, stockpiled food, put matresses and tape on the windows but we didn't do it fast enough. At one point, I fell asleep in my dream (yeah - really) and ended up dreaming that I was looking for food in this weird place, and stumbled upon a kitchen. Nothing better, right? WRONG. I smelled something cooking, so I opened the oven - and out came this yellow mist. The mist attacked the loaf of bread next to iton the counter, and went across the kitchen to a white cat that was on the island. Then, without warning, both infected (by this time I had figured out that this is what the virus was) broke out into song. The loaf of bread moved the heel piece up and down kind of like the inanimate objects in Sesame Street do, and the cat was just singing - in English no less. I don't remember what they were singing, but I do know that it was in a very strong baritone, very loud, and very good. But seeing as I was in a dream's dream world, I freaked out, locked off the kitchen and returned to my people. When I got there, however, all of the work we had done on sealing the place off was undone. The brightly colored sunset was streaming through the windows that weren't only uncovered, but OPEN! I started screeching at my party, telling them that we were all going to die. The next thing I know, there are zombies standing in the open windows and all around me, singing. It was like a choir! They were amazing. So strong and well-trained. It was like someone had mixed the singing scene from Beetlejuice into I Am Legend. Either way it freaked me out. But then I woke up, mind you - in my dream, and it was nearing sunset, and some of the windows weren't bound yet. So I climbed up to the highest windows and started taping X's on them (I don't know why I was making them shatterproof - it seemed like a good idea at the time) and out the window I was working on, I saw this woman coming out of her house next door. She bent and kicked the dog very sluggishly, and moaned - giving me the signal that she was a zombie. But it was still light out! I started screaming, finished my window and then grabbed a hammer. Looking towards the front door - with those little windows in the panels, I realized we hadn't done anythign with them, much less CLOSED THE FREAKING DOOR!!! I ran to the door, but it was too late. These things looked like the parody zombies in Shaun of the Dead, but moved like the buggers in I Am Legend. She got there before me, I used the back of the hammer to hit her in the forehead, and then I woke up - shaking and frekaing out.

I think the worse thing about the whole thing was that I was laying in bed for thenext hour, convincing myself that something like that could happen somedoay, with all of the medical technology and genes and stuff that the governments are doing today. I even looked around my room while my heart tried to resume beating to figure out how I would save myself in the event of the infection and over-run. I decided that a dorm room would be a great place to barricade ones self in, since the walls are of a sturdy concrete and the door heavy. The only thing is my 8 foot window. I seriously thought about measuring my mattresses to see exactly how much of the glass it would cover. Then thoughts went through my mind like, "Well, how do I know I'll be immune if it is an infection?" and "What will I do for food? Or a bathroom for that matter?" Then - I had the brilliant idea of barricading myself in one ofthe suites in Oakwood or Helman. Aha! They have a bathroom, running water. Food would still be a problem, but I could go forragin. As I was figuring this all out, I kept getting spooked by all the sounds caused by the other girls and the dorm itself. My fridge turning on just about made me pee my pants, nad the constant movement of people on all sides of me made me uneasy. Finally, I turned on some music and pulled the covers over my head.

I don't know why my brain does this to me. Honestly, I know that I was aware of what was going on and woke myself up when I didn't like it anymore, but what the hell? The closest thing that I can think of is that earlier in the night Barbara mentioned Shaun of the Dead, and right before I went to bed I was watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and thinking it was so weird to see Will Smith as a teenager since he was such an accomplished and well known man now.

Weird.