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I had a dream where everyone except me and this other guy and his mom were infected by this zombie type disease thing. It took place at my old junior high and the guy in my dream was this guy I used to go to school with until he went on a bender and wound up in juvee (according to rumours). This also happened to be the same guy who’s locker I ran into in seventh grade. It wasn’t awesome.
So years later here we both are at my old junior high where I had just finished dropping off my brother (for some reason I walked him all the way to his class) and that’s when I heard the nurses talking about the weirdo zombie disease going around.
I don’t remember how, but I find out I haven’t caught it yet and that there’s a vaccine against it in some random city (it looked kinda like the hamptons… Not that I’ve ever been.) So I start making plans to road trip over there and get this vaccine for me and for the fam. But of course me being me (even in my dreams) I’m dirt poor and could in no way afford to road trip to butt fuck nowhere for this drug.
Just as I’m making plans to sell myself off in the sex trade, this guy comes up, his name was Greg, and offers to give me a lift since it seems like he and his mom are the only other ones zombie free. So I agree and we go out to the front of the school where there’s this FREAKIN stretch SUV hummer type limo waiting out front!
He walks me to the door where a woman in this long burgundy trench pea coat thing steps out all majestic like and Greg introduces us. She greets me warmly and listens while I explained what was going on. So we all get in this limo and she sits with her back to the driver while me and Greg kinda squish awkwardly on the seat facing the driver.
FYI- Greg is big. Like muscly beef cake big, but with these piercing blue eyes and eyelashes that make me so jealous!!
It was an awkward car ride. With me pressing against the door to give some illusion of personal space and Greg just kinda sitting there like he’s been pressed up to hundred of girls in his 20 something years of life, which, given his track record, I wouldn’t be surprised about. His mom sits across from us, doing that weird staring and nothing but seeing everything type of stares.
Somewhere down and along the line, I relax against Greg and he does the same. We end up leaving against each other comfortably and start talking about nothing and everything.
By the time we got there, it was dark, and having talked the entire way with Greg, I was tired. So his mom gets out I the limo first, and then we kinda do that awkward thing where one person half stands half sits so that the other person understands that the person standing has every intention of making a beeline for it. When we both finally stumble out of the back seat (what IS it with me and backseats??? Damn you) we’re sundry all close like and then we do that magnet thing where we just kind of meet half way. But it’s not a soft meeting. It’s like when you hold one of the magnet close enough to the other end so you can feel the pull but the don’t actually touch and then all of a sudden you twitch and BAM the magnets crags together.
Yeah, it was like that with me and Greg. We didn’t even care that his mom was nearby we made it into the room we were staying in, somewhere just outside the town with the vaccine, and fell on top of the bed, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake like some kind of naughty bread crumb trail. You get the idea what happened from there.
In my dream, Greg had no tattoos except for this one I think my subs conscious superimposed on his bicep evaluate after stalking his Facebook, I found he had two (I think) maybe three. Two are of some bible verse and the third of this quartet of ace cards with words written on them. My dream tattoos were much hotter.
When I woke up in the morning, I took a second to enjoy the feeling of sleeping next to someone else before I slid out of bed to brush my teeth and things. Apparently I’m also awful at morning afters in my subconscious too. After pulling on my clothes, I slipped out and bussed over to the clinic thing where this drug was. Once I got there, this guy, he wore a grey hoodie but the hood was always up so I never saw his face except for a hint of black hair poking out from under it, he stood in the waiting area, hovering the corner until a cheery nurse came to greet me. When I told her about the drug, she got all weird, and asked me to wait a bit. So I sat on one of the comfy waiting room chairs and pulled out my phone where I saw I had on email message text thing from Greg saying that everything was all set for me to be his girl (whatever that meant) and when I asked him about the “his girl” but he replied by sending this black and white picture of roses all bundled up and filling the photo. With it, he wrote this long emotional feeling packed blurb which I only skimmed because just then the nurse returned acting all strange like. That’s when she went zombie, and attacked me. Then the Grey Hoodie Guy (GHG) jumped in, knocked her out, and dragged me to the back of the clinic into the lab part where they had a couple dozen syringes with the drug pumped inside them all ready to go.
I stuffed them all in my bag. Me and GHG kinda had this emotional moment in the lab. Had a bit of a heart to heart you could say.
Then the zombie nurse came to and crashed in on us. GHG dragged me through another door and we made it outside. There was this really green, sub drenched forest we escaped to and throughout all the running and foliage, GHG kept that damn hood on like it was cemented to his scalp. When we finally stopped to rest near this spring thing, I pull out two syringes and hand him one. I asked him if he knew how this worked and he said he’d shot up enough to get the idea. So after he did it to himself, I told him to shoot me up with the drug too. After that I had to make plans to get back to Greg, but then GHG said he felt something for me he never felt for anyone else and leaned in, except with GHG it was like opposite magnets. GHG had so far seemed frustrated with me and my inability to run through the forest like him or knock out zombie nurses like he could. Why did he declare he had feelings for me? I reminded myself I had Greg and it was on a first dibs basis really…not that women should be “dibs”-Ed on but we do it to guys all the time. Just as I was about to tell GHG about me and Greg, this horde of zombies comes bursting in and then my dream cut to Greg waking up in the room wondering where I was.
And then I woke up. Weird ass dream hey?
Heaven Knows (acoustic version)- The Pretty Reckless