I dunno, maybe I have a bad case of “Sitting-Still-Itis” because strange things have been happening. In my dreams at night.
Before you jump to conclusions, I’m not drinking and smoking some foul smelling weed, these dreams just pop into my head.
The other night I was back in high school at the college prep boarding school I attended, trying to get all the furniture put in proper order in my dorm room, with the help of a guy I worked with in the Coast Guard. Weird, huh? Even weirder, I actually got everything organized. Now I know it was a dream.
But last night’s dream was a real kicker. I went to visit some friends and their house was attacked…by zombies!
I tried my best to hold them back, but it wasn’t working!
Fortunately for me, just as a zombie grabbed my arm and was trying to pull me out of a window, I woke up. Sheesh! Maybe I’d best replace the Journey’s Sleepless Number mattress sooner rather than later.
So after my head cleared (Ha!) I decided to do some research on zombies. After all, even the Pentagon has plans to combat a zombie outbreak. ( I guess that’s what happens to some General’s mind from wandering around lost in the many rings of the Pentagon).
First off, there are actual posters of instructions on zombies. I’m not making this up.
Then there are emergency tools to grab in case of an attack.
Of course with my luck and the terrible ammunition shortage there wouldn’t be any shells to put in the gun to use it.
I guess I’d just be doomed to lose out to a zombie attack. I have to accept my fate. Or I just need to get back on the road and travel, I know I’d be safe out there.
Feel free to leave comments of sympathy to Marti for being stuck with me.