Dream, Pet Eaters

Morning Meds; 6 6 19

This is an odd dream for me, definitely not a normal subject matter.

Dream….

Stuck in a room with unfamiliar people. We are in danger!

We leave the room and enter a hallway, but we have to run back into the room.

One of the people with us had gotten injured.

I stopped to talk to him right before we reenter the room.

He is like a small puddle on the hallway floor.

His arms are shortened, no hands, there is goo all around him, but not blood.

He is gone from most of his chest down, some of his white shirt still floating.

He is kind of a cross between the Scarecrow after the winged monkeys tossed him all about and the android guy on Aliens 2.

His face is just sticking out of the goo, and he is still conscious.

Our eyes meet and he says, “No reason to try to save me I’m dead already.”

I agreed and hurried into the room.

I realize now that they are zombies.

Someone says to me. “The pet eaters are out there still.”

(Cheryl said I was laughing in my sleep, calling the zombies, pet eaters did strike me funny. Not that someone eating your pet would be funny, but…oh well don’t judge me.)

We all piled out of a door leading outside towards the south.

We stop beside a car, and I can see the Pet Eaters coming towards us.

One of us has a rifle that can shoot seventy miles.

He puts in a shell and pulls off a round.

In the distance towards the west, a very long way away from where it was needed, we see the streak of light flash to the ground.

Someone’s voice booms through the night sky. “Now that’s a great thing to do to interstate during rush hour.”

We all turned to run back into the room, but we had barricaded the door when we came out, so now we couldn’t get back in.

So, we scrambled to remove the debris.

We get inside and some of the zombies are coming through the door after us, one in particular looks at me, he is balding with a beard and says, “You have to like me now, I’m a Pet Eaters now.”

That’s when I wake up and my wife says, ” You sure most of been having a fun time, you were just laughing away.”

The dream was like a b rated horror movie.

I felt almost zero emotions other than being amazed and amused at the absurdity of it.

I don’t remember laughing in the dream.

I’m going to take it up with my dream producer and see if I deserve a refund.