Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

I was selected to be part of an elite academic group at UK and I was going to get to live in a little cabin on the edge of the woods by a lake. I was staying at my house for a little while before I had to leave to join the academic group, and noticed that a white clock hanging on the wall played an annoying song from a soap opera every hour. I stopped in the hallway to look at the clock; the hall was very dark at the end and I got a bad feeling from the clock. I went in the kitchen and Mom and Candice were there. Mom had a handful of what looked like either cold spaghetti or brains; she was adding it to meatloaf. She told us that it had come from the clock; Candice and I both were disgusted by this, so Candice plucked the clock gook out of the meatloaf bowl, which annoyed Mom.

The dream shifted and I was in the barn with a lot of other people. I knew that zombies were coming but I thought they wouldn’t be evil. Then they came and, though we tried to keep them out, the zombies got into the barn. I stood up in the loft, staring down at them, and watched one little boy zombie wave around a chainsaw while laughing.

The next thing I knew, I was outside the barn and the zombies were swarming around me. They were all packed together in a big crowd as far as the eye could see. They tried to kill me and I assumed they thought I was dead, but I wasn’t. I turned into Bobby Hill from King of the Hill. I laid there in a big pile of bodies and watched as they threw on more. One tan, male torso that was ripped in the chest from what looked like barbed wire was thrown on top of me. Another torso that was ripped open so that the chest cavity was exposed was thrown on next. One zombie commented on my eyes because the pupils were so small. He instructed me to flex my finger, so since he did this, I knew they knew I wasn’t dead, but instead was a zombie like them. I curled my right index finger at them.