I woke up this morning after a long dream about getting eaten by zombies. After finally corralling me and overcoming my defenses, I was bitten in the neck and as the flesh stretched and tore and my blood started gushing out I returned to the waking world.

The first thing I did was open my eyes, take a look around my pitch-dark room at 5am and note the profound lack of zombies.

I didn’t wake up terrified, screaming or sweating. No racing pulse, no heart pounding ready to explode from fright. I was as calm in the waking world as when I was getting chased, attacked and consumed in my dream.

I really don’t know why I woke up. And truth be told, I’m more than a little miffed, for various reasons:

-I hate cliffhangers.
-I wanted to see how cool I would look as a flesh-eating zombie.
-It was 5 am.
-I could not remember what and how many defenses I had against zombies; I should have plenty. I’ve seen a ton of those movies and would have loved to see which ones worked and which ones didn’t. Knowledge is power.

As I laid in my bed, contemplating why I’d wake up from such a cool dream I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with me. I had a really cool dream and abandoned it for what? There’s absolutely nothing that I can think of that is more important to me than a really cool dream, especially me being eaten and becoming a zombie! NOTHING!

Perhaps subconsciously I am not ready to be a zombie (HA!)?

This is going to bug me for some time, I can tell.