The time I actually slept...

Mar 18, 2008 - 09:43 AM PST

Last night, after I posted the bit about my insomnia, I had a dream.

I had finally gone to sleep, and my eyes had been closed for no longer than five minutes when this dream started. Well, it was more of a mini-nightmare, actually.

It was night. Pitch black everywhere. Zombies are taking over whatever town it is that I am in. (Zombies, really?) A group of us who are not zombies bury ourselves in a tiny cellar room with one light hanging from the ceiling. We discuss what to do about our current problem. Shortly after these talks started, they all started to change. They turned into zombies right before my eyes, losing bits of flesh here and there, their faces becoming grotesque imitations of what they once were. The light hanging from the ceiling swayed and flickered.

Terrified, I ran... they chased me. These were not your normal zombies, however. They may have looked like them, but really, they moved pretty quickly. There was one girl who was faster than the rest though. I was running up a staircase which led me around and around and up and up and I never thought I would reach the end. Actually- the staircase looked almost EXACTLY like this. (The whole dream had a very similar color scheme too.) But that is about when I realized I was dreaming. I was trying to outrun this zombie girl who was unnaturally fast, my heart was racing, pumping blood through my veins so fast, my whole body was starting to tingle. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest...

And then I was flying, trying to get away. But zombie girl chased me into the night sky and I turned and faced her. Heart still pounding, I pulled myself out of my short sleep.

I looked at my clock. I had only been "asleep" for 15 minutes, and even then, I was only half-sleeping. I took a deep breath and then pulled my laptop into bed with me so I could figure out what this dream meant.