PizzaGirl's Alter Ego
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1 year ago
Last night’s dream was a variation of the usual zombie theme:
I was dying. My mother had a pouch of some sort of neon liquid. She said that if she injected all of it, I wouldn’t die, I would become a zombie. I was scared, but I let her put the IV in and start pushing it through my veins. It burned going in but I was curiously numb once it was absorbed. As she got to the last few drops she balked but I was desperate to get them. I knew that if I didn’t, the process wouldn’t work, that I, if not my body also, would die.
My transformation only took a few hours. My eyes turned black and my skin started peeling off to reveal a new layer that was more gray than my normal skin. I had a party to go to that night. I wondered if they’d notice my eyes and if my skin would be done by then.
Before the party I was in a room with a guy I used to have a crush on. He had walked in on my while I was changing. We talked a little but I don’t remember what about.
When I got to the party The Evil One (his girlfriend) was on the ground dying. I briefly considered telling them about the neon liquid and confessing that I was dead, but decided against it.
After that there was mainly a lot of running and climbing to get away from flesh-hungry zombies. It turned out that if you didn’t get all of the liquid in before you died you turned into a mindless flesh-craving zombie rather than just the living-dead as I was.
