hayes

Havn't really been dreaming a hell of a lot lately, but I had a serious hayes hating zombie dream last night. I was staying with a group of people, a girl that I was friends with in highschool, my aunt, my husband, a few others I can't seem to remember. We were at this diner and out of nowhere these people just wanted to kill me. One comes at me with a knife, another with a broken bottle. My aunt pulls me into the washroom where a woman looks strangely at us as I'm crying, my heart beating out of my chest. She's washing her hands one minute the next she's trying to choke me. Then we realize it's the water. She rushes me out of the washrom where my friends are fending off zombies from breaking down the bathroom door. They only seemed to be interested in killing me though for some reason. So this is turning into a bad cabin feaver spin off dream but instead of your skin turning to bloody slime you just intently want to kill me. We decide it would be safe at mt parents house since they live in another city and it probably hasn't spread to that area yet and we hit the road. We come up to my parents house which looks a little different, ok a lot different, my parents don't even look the same. My dad is fixing cars in the livingroom of the house and there are cars parts everywhere and tires piled high. There were a few people just standing around, and all seems ok, until one guy pulls out a gun and tries to kill me. It's then I realize there is no where safe and I mght as well just do myself in before one of these zombies did it for me. For some reason I decide drinking a bottle of dish soap is going to do the trick. I'm drinking it down, my husband screaming for me to stop, and the nightmare ends with me laying on the floor with soap running down my chin. I think this could have something to do with watching Shaun of the Dead a couple nights ago, but why they wern't brain eating zombies I can never be too sure.