Zombies

I used to have nightmares about zombies. They represented hopelessness for me. I used to have these nightmares when I would feel lost in life and feel like there is no way out.

Well, last night I had a dream about zombies. This time it was very different. The zombie was me. It wasn't the typical zombie scene where it's chasing you down the street, but this time it was me. I became a zombie. It wasn't one of them nasty looking zombies with peeling tissue and missing body pieces. No, the only thing that showed I was a zombie was the pale skin, and the attacking outbursts where I would try to bite someone. Before that would happen I would start to shake violently. Well, I had a brother, and at first my parents, with all their love tried to make me control my outbursts. Besides that I was pretty normal, but the more crazy outbreaks I would have, the more I would loose what made me human. One time I attacked my brother and turned him into a zombie too. After that I realized I had to be really careful and control myself really well. Anyways, jumping over a huge part of the action, I ended up at this sanctuary with my brother. There were a lot of other people there, mostly young people, who were hiding from whoever was hunting them. There was a teacher there who was trying to teach everyone to keep writing and keep practicing being human and to not give in to them tremors. Then I ended up in Korea, I think because they didn't really know anything about zombies there. By that time, I had lived way longer than any other person turned zombie, and I had managed to control myself so well that I was able to teach at university and no one had a clue what I was. An agency that was hunting me down to study me had found me, so I had to run away. Being a zombie, I felt a bit like being a super hero. Not because I was saving peoples lives and such, no, but because I had to hide my identity and because I started having greater strength. I was running, and I jumped, started flapping my arms and took off in flight. I flew for a while, and landed close to some small Korean houses. I went close and knocked on the door. The custom was, if a stranger goes to someone's house, that means they are looking for a bed and a meal. The family there had many kids, but they were happy to help me out. I went out for a walk, and realized that these people don't know what a zombie is. And here I was not a new and out-of-control zombie, but one that is not a danger but just a regular person. They were the first to encounter a zombie, and I was nice and they didn't even know anything was different about me.

Then I woke up.

What a strange dream.