Pet Eaters

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 gets injured.

I stop 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 seem to agree and hurry into the room.

I realize now that it is 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 pile 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 70 miles.

He puts in a shell and pulls off a round.

In the distance towards the west, a very long ways 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 turn to run back into the room, but we had barricaded the door when we can out, so now we can’t get 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.

Author: Kevin Burleson

My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas. I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics. I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner. I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites. This site is to consolidate and re-share them. It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation. My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey. Thank you.

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