Dream It…Write It!
I keep having this dream:
I’m in my Dad’s house. I know it’s his house but somehow it’s different. I keep hearing screams. I keep running towards specific places like I am on a mission but I don’t know what that is. Then I see them. The walking dead. The zombies. I have somehow been put in the middle of the Zombie Apocalypse. But what scares me more than the zombies? My family being hurt. I run. Looking for them. Searching. Praying I can find and protect them. Each time is different, except one event. Right before I wake up my mom or dad is bitten. And I’m powerless to help them.
I think the reason I keep having this dream is because of the most wonderful show, The Walking Dead.
Thanks to the Internet,we have been graced with streaming videos. The power house? Netflix. Binge watching is the only way to watch. No longer do we have to wait a week for the next episode when you can finish a whole season in a week with Netflix.
My latest binge has been the Walking Dead and I often fall asleep during the episode… which is probably where my dreams come from.
But thank goodness I have Netflix and can watch all 3 of those episodes in a row.