The Zombie Bug
I had a truly disturbing dream last night and I can't get it out of my mind. It was one of my patented "long and detailed enough to be a feature film" dreams. I even woke up once, fell back to sleep, and continued the dream, which almost never happens and surely wouldn't have happened if I'd been dreaming about being in Hawaii with Johnny Depp. Of course, most of the details eluded me once I woke up, but this is what I remember
There was an insect that bit people and temporarily turned them into zombies, with crazy blue eyes and pinpoint pupils. The real problem was that the feeling of being a zombie was highly addictive, and so anyone who had been bitten once sought out these bugs to bite them again and again until they permanently turned into zombies.
My husband and I had been bitten once, but were trying valiantly to resist the urge to be bitten again, so we holed up in the house and suffered through withdrawal. Once we were feeling stronger, we boarded a plane to Europe, where this insect had not invaded yet. There was strict screening at the airport, so we felt we were finally safe. Once in the air, we took a tour of the airplane, which was very Tardis-like, and in one of the rooms we saw a museum-like display of the stages of life of the zombie bug, and we realized that the plane was not safe after all, and the zombie bugs were on the plane with us.
And I think that's where the dream ended and it's bothered me all day.