The Zombie Book and Dream

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My contribution is a story that I wrote and a wild zombie dream that April wrote.

Possessed by a Zombie's Soul

By Adsila

Jason stared out the misty windows of his loft apartment in Manhattan, and wondered why he had a bad case of writer’s block. He never had trouble coming up with the staggering words that made his mystery/horror novels so popular. With his publisher’s nagging words pounding in his head informing him the deadline for his book was due; he knew that getting out of the city to a more secluded place was what he needed. His Grandpa Walter owned a cabin deep in the woods of Kentucky where he visited often as a little boy. The small three bedroom cabin held lots of memories for Jason and he knew this was the perfect place to write his latest novel, which had no title yet.

Jason drove to the end of a tiny dirt road to reach the cabin before nightfall. It was much smaller than he remembered, and had a porch with a rickety old rocker sitting on it. He remembered countless time his Grandpa would sit in the rocker, whittling wood and drinking his homemade booze. Jason and his brother Dylan would sit for hours while their Grandpa would spin many tall tales about his strange neighbors. “They are zombies”, he would insists, and they responded by saying “oh Grandpa, you are just trying to scare us”.

After unloading his gear, he made a sandwich and went outside and sat down on the rocker. The sun was all but gone by now and the eerie darkness of the woods surrounded him. He noticed the wooden trunk at the end of the porch where his grandpa usually left his homemade booze, which he always referred to as his juice. Jason lifted the lid and found a half empty bottle sitting amongst the cobwebs. He grabbed the bottle, sat on the rocker, and contemplated about taking a drink. He pulled out the cork and a strong smell hit him, burning his eyes. After several minutes, he decided to take a swig. He could feel the fire in his throat as he swallowed the elixir. He had an overwhelming rush come over him as the effects of the booze took over. He decided to take another drink and then another, with each gulp getting easier to get down. After polishing off the bottle, he sat back on the rocker and stared into the dark woods. He felt better than he had in months. He was free from all the stress that prevented his creative juices from flowing.

He had been sitting there for several hours, when he noticed a figure coming from the dark woods. As it got closer, he noticed it was a female with pale white skin, piercing red eyes, long flowing dark hair and a body that any woman would envy. He felt it had to be a hallucination because she didn’t look real, almost like a ghost. The woman approached him, and without saying a word, grabbed him with a strong embrace. He didn’t know what to think. Before he could say anything, she bit him in the neck, chewing off some skin, and causing him to bleed profusely. As she let go of her forceful grip, he fell to the ground and passed out.

When Jason woke up, it was still dark. He wasn’t sure how long he was lying on the porch or if that was an intense dream brought on by the strong elixir he drank. He slowly got up, went inside to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He wiped off the dirty mirror and expected to see some type of bit mark on his neck, but what he saw was even more frightening. The person looking back at him in the mirror was unrecognizable. His blue eyes were now a reddish color, his skin looked pale, his hair was disheveled, and he had an overwhelming desire to feast on human flesh. Angry and confused, he wondered who that bitch was and what did she do to him. He decided to look for her and get some answers. As he wandered through the woods in the darkness, he came across a campsite. A father and son were camping and asleep in their tent. Jason couldn’t fight his desire to feast, so he attacked the unsuspecting pair and made a meal of their flesh. Satisfied and wanting more, he sniffed out more humans to eat. He spent most of the night looking for the zombie bitch and gorging on any innocent victims he came across. By the end of the night, before the sun came up, Jason found himself back at the cabin. Weary and completely fulfilled, he dropped down on the porch and passed out.

When he woke up with the sun shining in his eyes, he slowly got up and grabbed his laptop to write about the odd dream he just had. The words flowed through him like water. Before he knew it, the book was done and titled, “The Zombie's Soul”. He called his publisher and told her he was coming back to the city with a completed novel. He wasn’t sure if it was Grandpa’s special juice or the extreme sequences of events that he dreamt last night, but he knew this was the best story he had ever written. Feeling unusually full and different, he packed his things and was ready to head home.

Jason enjoyed the success of the book but the experience that created the best seller still haunted him. The dreams of him hunting and feasting on innocent souls continued almost nightly. In the mornings he would find himself on the couch next to a cup of coffee and the newspaper. He picked up the paper and noticed the headline read, “Another body was found in an alley mauled to death”. “Hum”, he remarked. He laid the newspaper down, looked up with glazed eyes and said licking his lips, “yeah, I know and they were tasty too.”

Zombies and Pancakes

By April

I have always had the weirdest dreams, and this one I thought was funny, so I thought I would share. Let me know what you think….

I had this dream about 2 years ago.

I dreamed I was staying in a cabin in Sedona for the weekend with some friends (people I knew in my dream but not really anyone I really knew). When we got to our cabin, we were told that some people had been murdered in one of nearby cabins the year before. Since we were there the year before it seemed to freak out the group of people I was with. It didn't bother me at all. I was very hungry and all I could think about was eating some pancakes. I had brought some from home and had been waiting to eat them. My friends wanted to go over there to check out the cabin. I was like, whatever. I guess I could wait, so we walked over there and talked to the people staying in the cabin. They told us where the murders happened and how the cabin was remodeled because of the damage. They said that the reason they died was because they had zombies in the woods. That seemed to make everyone laugh, but I was like oh yeah… I deal with zombies all the time. (Evidently, I seemed to unconsciously remember that I dreams about Zombies all the time, and that's why it really didn't faze me.) They laughed, and jokingly told us that there is no such thing as Zombies.

I was like no, I would know, I have been fighting them forever. I was slightly irritated, because they were laughing. I told them that all they had to do was hit them in the head. That they were really dumb, and they could avoid them easily.

At this point, I realized that talking to them was no use because they all just stared at me like I was crazy or something.

I was like, forget this, I want my pancakes.

So I left them in the cabin with that guy and started to walk back to our cabin. As I began my walk, people around me were starting to scream, and run. I was like; oh it's probably the zombies. Ha, wonder if they will believe me now.

I began to shake my head and yelled “if you start to scream, then they follow you"!

I continued on my way. Well, when I got there, the cabin was flooded with people and it was like a zombie food fest. I started to get pissed off.

I was like "What the hell, people." (Kind of the way you get irritated at people and how they can't drive) "It’s not rocket science; zombies are dead, not much brain power! How do you get caught by a stupid dead person?

So, because of the amount of people involved, and infected blood, I couldn't go near my cabin. Pissed off that I couldn't get my breakfast, I walked back. I could hear helicopters now and gun fire, but I didn't care. I was really disappointed. I walked back to the first cabin and saw what was left of my friends, which was friends turned into zombies trying to kill my other friends who weren't zombies.

I got even more pissed off. I was like Why didn't you listen to me? I told you how to kill them!

I just went inside and there was blood everywhere. But there weren't that many zombies so I walked to the kitchen. I went into the freezer, and there in front of me were frozen pancakes!!!! I was so happy. The others followed me in there for safety, and were like what the hell, so they took off. I didn't care, it's was their problem.

I opened the package and pulled out a plate from the cupboard. I put the pancakes on the plate, and that's when I noticed the blood all over the microwave.

I was like, well shit…. Oh well

I just grabbed another plate to cover the top, so I wouldn't get any blood on the food. I popped it in and set the timer. By this point, there were zombies chasing people down the hall, and more and more were coming in. I knew I should leave, but I still had like a minute left. So I grabbed the butter and syrup packets and shoved them in my pockets, and popped open the door with about 30 seconds left. I decided to leave through the back door, and there I saw my friends cornered, about to get eaten. I was like, damn you guys, and I looked down and I shoved the pancakes in my pockets. I began to fight off some zombies, and I saved what was left of my friends from getting eaten. That's when the military came in and pulled us out. They huddled us in a large circle and began to execute all the zombies. Well, I was finally left alone, so I snuck over to the bushes in the corner and finished my food. By the time I was done, all the zombies were dead, and we went home.

...Yeah, I guess I was hungry when I went to sleep... The thing is I don't even like pancakes.

The list of other zombie walk participants:
Ghost Hunting Theories

Gnostalgia
The Caffeinated Zombie
Improbable Frontiers
Anything Horror
The Digital Looking Glass
Monkey Man
Strange State
Hayes Hudson's House of Horror
Echoes In the Abyss
Not Worth Mentioning
The Misadventures of HalloweeNut  
Haunt Jaunts
LeoGodin
Holly's Horrorland

The Blogger Zombie Walk Reminder

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This is just a quick reminder letting you know that the first annual "Blogger Zombie Walk" is this Friday, December 10th.  If you want to participate please let Autumnforest know by sending her an email at: psychic62@hotmail.com by December 8th, and she will add you to the master list.  Everyone who is joining in will have this list sent to them on December 9th so they can add all those participating to their zombie post.  This will give all the followers and others that just happen to come across your blog an easy place to click on and find all the zombie posts of those doing the walk.

Blogger Zombie Walk

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My friend Autumnforest from “Ghost Hunting Theories” has come up with another fun event for all bloggers to participate in. She has announced that Friday, December 10th will be “Blogger Zombie Walk” Day, and all those who wish to join in will be asked to do a zombie themed post on that day.
You can open up your creative juices to any idea as long as it is centered on the zany world of zombies. You can write a fictional zombie story; share photos and stories about any zombie event that you attended; show photos of yourself in zombie make-up and explain in pictures or words of the step-by-step details on how you did it; or you can do a fun and scary zombie video. It will be totally up to you on what you want to present on your blog as long as it is zombie related.

In everyone’s post, you will list the links to the other blogs who are joining in on the zombie walk. If you are interested in participating in the zombie walk, send Autumnforest an email at psychic62@hotmail.com so she can put you on her master list. This must be done by December 8th so she can send the list to all the participants by December 9th to add to their posts on the 10th. This will make it easier for our followers to go down the list and click the next blog until they have finished the list.

You can also advertise the event ahead of time by doing a post such as this one, and adding the zombie walk button to the sidebar of your blog. We would like to encourage all the people we can to come and check out all our blogs. I will be throwing a tweet about it and message on facebook as well.

Join us on Blogger Zombie Walk Friday (December 10th) and have a great time reading all the creative blogs in bloggerland.

The Asthma Attack and the Dream

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By April

This incident happened when I was 16 years old, and was the second time I had a serious asthma attack in 5 months. The previous time resulted in cardiac arrest and a hospital stay for 7 days.

It was a Saturday morning and I woke up early to do my chores. I began with the kitchen. I took the floor mat by the door and began to shake it off outside. It sent up a huge cloud of dust into my face. (Yeah, smart huh?) This set off an asthma attack. My sister was next to me and she saw what happened. I told her to get my inhaler for me. Realizing it was getting bad fast, I stopped her and told her to set up my breathing treatment. She ran into my room and I followed her. My chest was tightening up and I knew it wasn't good. I started to panic and I told my sister to get mom and to tell her we have to go to the hospital. I could barely talk. My mom took me out to the car and we left my sister at the house to call my family. I remember not being able to breathe at all in the car. I was trying to sit up straight and I was pushing onto the dashboard stretching my lungs trying to get some air in. I remember that my mom was crying and she was very scared. I remember at one point telling her that I was going to die. I don't know why (or even how) I said that, but I did and I won’t ever forget the look on her face when I said it.

We lived about a 2 blocks from the hospital, (strategic planning by my mom), so when we pulled up to the ER it had only been a few minutes. When my mom pulled up to the entrance, I just opened the car door and sort of fell out. At this point things started to get fuzzy. I remember doing all of this, but I have no memory of sound or why I was doing the things I was doing. I was told later that it was the lack of oxygen. I walked in the door and I leaned up against a little wall that came up to my waist. There were people sitting on the other side waiting to be seen. There was an old woman sitting there and I started to grab at her and pull at her hair. The next thing I knew, there was a wheelchair being shoved under me. I noticed my mom next to me and she looked very scared. They wheeled me in and that is the last thing I remember. The doctors & family filled me in on what happened next. I guess I became extremely combative right away. It was a lot worse than any of my previous attacks, because I hadn't been breathing for about 5 minutes when I got in. They couldn't restrain me. It took seven doctors to hold me down before they could tie my hands and feet down. Before they could I pulled out an IV & kicked a doctor in the face (giving him 7 stitches). I guess I tried to pull out the breathing tube but they stopped me. Once again, my heart started to fibrillate and they had to use the Defibrillator to shock my heart into a normal rhythm and it worked.

They let mom in to see me. The doctors told her that I was very unstable and that there is a possibility that I still may not pull out of this. She told me later that she came in knowing that it may be the last time she could see me. I didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

I had the weirdest dream right before I woke up, and although I don’t remember much of it, it felt like it had an importance to it that I did not recognized until years later. I spoke about this dream, just after it happened, as being a product of the medication I was given due to the oddness of the dream at the end, but I could never shake the feeling it gave me. It gradually became apparent to me that it was more than just a dream. When I talked or even thought about the man in my dream, I tear up and I just know. He was the dream, he was why I was there and he was important. He had a presence of power, the kind that gives the wave of goose bumps and nod of truth. I have written down just the tangible bit I remember, I wish I remember more. I hope I can convey it to you as I know it myself. It is what it is and it was real.

I only remember the dream part of the way through. I don’t know what happened that lead up to this point, but I wish I did.

I was in this very large empty room and it was brightly lit with this cream colored light. I was sitting in a wooden chair along with a man who was also in the room with me. I felt very comfortable and content, we had been talking and I knew what we were talking about was very important. I don’t remember this man’s face, but he and I seemed to know each other. I felt like I could confide in him. I remember very distinctly that he was sitting far from me, about 30 feet away, which only struck me as odd when I woke up later. We had been talking in our normal voices as if we were next to each other and the feeling of the conversation was that we just had a serious talk or that something important had just happened. The heaviness in the dream had begun to lift and that was pretty much where this dream began to be more solid for me. It was as if I was coming out of a dream within a dream. All the seriousness and intensity of the dream began to fade, and he seemed to be getting further and further away from me. I know we had been discussing something about my breathing because I was shifting into another topic on how odd it was that I didn’t have to try to breath anymore. I told him how weird I thought this was and how it didn’t make any sense. I told him that I knew if I held my breath, I would still breathe. And I remember saying “watch this, I’ll show you” and I held my breath & after about 3 seconds, I breathed. I remember saying “Did you see that? This is so weird!” I found this very amusing in a childlike way, I don’t remember him responding and that didn’t seem to bother me, as I was extremely excited and distracted by this discovery. As this was happening, he seemed to be getting even further away and is was as if he was never there. I don’t remember anything after that, only that I was coming out of the drug induced coma with the dream fresh in my mind. I was still on the ventilator when I woke up.

I tried to talk and I couldn't, and the tube hurt. It felt like a broomstick was shoved down my throat. It started to gag me and I began to get sick again so nurse came in and pulled the tube out really fast so I wouldn't choke. I was still tied down, both my hands and feet. I had pulled out an IV, so I had blood all over my arm and hand. That freaked me out. That's when everyone filled me in on what had happened. I was in the hospital for 11 days and got out just in time to go to prom (I was a sophomore in high school, but was asked by a junior to go). The doctors let me go on the condition that I took it easy, which I did. I was told by the doctors that it was a miracle that I survived without any brain damage. Another nurse, who was there when I came in 5 months earlier, came in to talk to me when I was in recovery. He sat in the chair next to me, picked up my hand and said when he saw me come in the ER again, his heart dropped. He said I was in such bad shape, he didn’t think I wasn’t going to make it. He told me this with tears in his eyes. He told me to take care of myself and that I truly was given a second chance at life.