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[exile7]

I almost forgot to talk about my nightmare I had last night. I don't know why I was going to talk about it, but something inside me just wanted to. Hey, it is something to write about for now, too, heh. Last night I was plagued by another zombie nightmare. But of course even if I wake up about 2 or 3 times, the nightmare wont go away, it continues. And it was like, one of the worse ones I believe. It was the most freaky. They were everywhere. But it wasn't like insane where there was nowhere to go. They weren't like, so many at once that they surrounded you. I went through a whole day in my dream too. Running away from them, and most surprisingly fight against them, trying to kill them, even if the conflict wasn't utterly needed. A sort of facing a fear to call it. Not only that, but in logic, the more you kill, the less you will have to worry about. Even though, they are zombies, once one rises, it is all over pretty much. "Those they kill will get up and kill, and those they kill will get up and kill." And so on. But it is hard to fight a zombie, they don't feel pain, and just mindlessly go after you with all of their dead weight and force and with whatever strength they have left whith the muscle that hasn't decayed. And you have to avoid it all, you can't be bitten even once, or else it's over for you. So it is pretty damn tough. I actually can't remember most of the whole nightmare, which is actually a good thing for my mind. But I can remember a very distinct part. It was near the end. It was night out. I was walking towards someone I knew, I don't know who they are, but I had the strongest feeling I knew them, and they had the same feeling towards me in my dream. As I walked to him, I saw off in the distance that there was another person, a woman walking aimlessly it seemed; she hadden't noticed us at the time. As I got to him, I realized my surrounding, despite the thick dark. We were in a graveyard. It wasn't a very heavily packed gaveyard, one where the graves were old and placed randomly it looks like, and where they are at least a few feet from each other. So we decided to get the hell out of there. We came to this old house. From the front it looked a lot like Ben's grandmothers house, but the color was old rotting wood, and it looked wicked old, like, somehow much older than their acutal house. But the inside didn't look much anything like their house. We got inside there and there were about 3 other people in there too, I guess we knew. I don't remember why, but we all went outside to check something out. We went across a road and came to a hill where there was a path that lead through a thickly setted woodland. And the first guy I meet up with was with me and one other guy. They were telling me how the first guy droped and lost something very important in the graveyard. They asked me to go back up there and get it, alone. I went to go up there, but once I set foot in the wooded area, I just couldn't go further. I knew I had the curage to go up there in that dark and everything for sure, but my head was screaming at me saying how dumb of an idea it would be and I would regret it, and told me not to mix up curage with idiocy. So I surly turned back and headed back for the house, wich the 2 guys already made it back inside of. On the way, another zombie came up to me and chased me to the house. This zombie was different, it was fast, it could run, and it had an amazing presence to it, makeing it different from all the other zombies in some way I didn't know right away. I tried to close the door behind me, but the zombie made himself half way in the doorway, and fought to get in. I realized my efforts woudln't succeed, so I let go and ran into the kitchen. The zombie chased after me. There I turned and went to fight it. It got too close, it was fast. I had to hold it back with my forearms as it tried so desperately to bit at my face. I used all my strength and rage to push it back, I then quickly punched it in the head, about 3 times, and knocked it to the floor. I then stomped on it's head and throat a couple of times trying to at least phase it. I then grabed a small sized, cut piece of wood, and chucked it as hard as I could at it's head. Then I did that again. At which point, it should have been dead, it's head was collapsed in, and it was a wreck. But somehow it lived on. That is how it was special and really different other than it's speed. So after I did that, I just left quickly, before it could even turn it's head and start to get up. And that is all I remember.
But yeah... That was about my nightmare last night... Those parts are still fresh in my mind, so clearly. I hope I don't have them or anything like them again. I want to have good dreams. Think about much goodness. Things like, dreams with Melissa in them, hehe. Well, I suppose I am going to go watch TV until around 2 then try and get some sleep. Goodnight.