September 8th, 2015

Blow My Mind

Sad about a zombie

Sad, ugly, disturbing dream last night of me in a forest preparing to -- I hoped -- trap and stop a zombie. Me with the sense that this zombie had been a woman I'd known, the knowledge that this zombie had killed and hurt my loved ones, and the certainty that this zombie knew I was out to stop her.

It made me realize: I would do badly in a zombie apocalypse.

Which made me wonder, once I was awake, if there was any way to make non-threatening zombies.

Which made me imagine a children's book called Zombie Hugs.

Sometimes not even I know how my mind works.