Dream Journal
B and I walked into a nearly empty pub and sat down at the bar. He ordered a beer and a woman beside me asked what was on the bottom of my bottle.
I picked a bottle up and saw that it had a wooden token imprinted with a saying stuck to the bottom. I tore off the token and a man came around the corner, growling that we took his seat and his beer. I apologized and stood up leaving B at the bar.
I wandered into another room, bored by the people and the atmosphere. Aunt Judy was in the other room, so was Meg. I gave them both very big hugs.
I was then in the care driving home when I heard a scratching sound in the very back. I asked aloud, “What are you doing?” Taylor was lying on the floor in the back scratching at the speaker; I told her to stop it.
At home, I let the dog out. My neighbor was standing on their back porch and staring at my apartment. Lacey urinated and we went back inside, but she acted antsy. I let her back out, but she still didn’t calm down. All the while, my neighbor stood on the port staring at my apartment.
I turned on the television inside and all of the channels are just static. I picked up the phone and hear a strange static-y sound and then silence. I picked up my cell phone, but it was blinking a battery signal even though the batter was fully charged.
I knew all of this was because of the zombie invasion. I wondered how I would communicate with family and wondered where B was. I picked up the phone again and waited through the static and the silence until an operator came on.
I asked her why the phones were down, she said that they were only down locally, but I could make a long distance call. I thanked her and wished her hope on what would surely be a long ande stressful shift, and we hung up. I wondered about the internet, whether it would work because it was a cable connection instead of a phone line.
I went into the office and tried to draw the curtains very slowly without turning on the light becase I knew the neighbor was still watching my apartment, and he creeped me out.
B walked through the door and handed me a piece of paper with EMERGENCY written at the top in big, bold red. He had filled it out with his name and phone number and address, then wrote a special note to me. The note was hardly legible because of tears in the paper, but the last part said to get to New York if I could.
He went into the computer room and sat down at the computer. I came in after him and saw he had replaced my lamp with a huge bright super lamp with many, many small light bulbs all over it.
I asked if he could move it over some because it was shining in my eyes. He got upset and said no, that it wasn’t too bright. I looked at the bulbs and saw that half of them were 100 watt, and the others were 40s and 60s. He disagreed, said they were all soft 40s, but moved it back a bit anyway.
I sat down at my computer directly to his left and was annoyed at his presence. It had been a very long time since we had used the computers together because of his schedule, and I had gotten to like it.
I pulled up my black and orange, swirly website and thought about posting something about the zombie invasion, wondered if I should wait until tomorrow since I had already posted something that day.
I waited for my email to load to see if my family had tried to contact me and he opened EverQuest. I was upset that he would take the time to play a game when we had to move into survival mode.