The baby that gummed my wife….

Posted: March 19, 2016 in Uncategorized
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A night after I offered my expertise, to the world, on dream defining, my wife had a wild dream.She has been very stressed this week, which has forced her to stay awake, even after the night is turned to day. With all the stress at her job, she got to sleep 30 minutes last night. But this was enough time to allow her to have a crazy dream, one that she didn’t forget easily.

She told me the story on the way to work, this morning. She started talking when we got in the car, I began to daze out into mid-air, but the detail she was telling the story in, kept my attention high. It seemed that I was watching a horror movie in HD with each detail she brought forth. The story went like this:

“I woke up one morning, the sirens were going off at my job so I had to get there fast. I had you get up out of bed, and drive me to the building. I remember getting to the building and hearing the loud sirens going off, but I can’t remember the drive. But when we got to the store, I wanted you to go in first and check for intruders, but when you opened the door, it became a hotel. I was confused when I saw that the crew of ‘The Walking Dead’ were all sitting at the booths that surrounded the room. They all said hi, and greeted me with a hug. I remember seeing Abraham, Rick, and Carol. You weren’t you though, I can’t remember who you were, you just weren’t you. They told me that we had work to do. They started to explain to me the circumstances that were before us. We needed to get the last true blooded human, and get her to safety. This true blood was a baby, my co-workers to be exact. I told them that we would go forth and get the baby back, and we left.”

“ The sky turned a light blue in the middle of night, each hour a number and face came across the stars. This was like Hunger games, each time someone died their face would pop across the stars, along with the number of humans left in the world. There weren’t that many, which meant our mission was in jeopardy. You were racing to get to the baby, but a deer walked in front of us, and we crashed. I woke up minutes later, possibly suffering from a concussion, you weren’t there. You weren’t in the sky though, I wondered where you were. I sat out to find you, which led me to a grocery store. Inside of the store I found the baby. I picked the baby up, and called for Kelsie. As I called for her, the baby bit me.”

“The gums of the infant didn’t pierce the skin, yet I felt the need to hide the truth. Kelsie came into the room, and yelled, in joy, to see that I made it. We sat and talked for a few hours, but then I remembered the mission at hand, to find the baby and to find you. I asked her for her help, and she agreed. We sat out to find you, but we ran into a hoard of zombies, but they could talk. One of the flesh-eaters muttered “I am boutcha bite ya” I screamed “No” and pushed him into a ditch. He moaned, slowly attempting to get out of the hole, but each attempt pulled more dirt into the hole, eventually burying him. They got away from the hoard, and made their way back to the original hotel. They found me there; it seemed that I was in the bathroom, hiding from Abraham, for god knows what reason. She was relieved when she saw me. We handed over the baby, and the apocalypse stopped.”

I felt that this story needed to be shared with you guys. As I said last night, I find dreams to be very fascinating. The mind is such a powerful tool to produce such detail, in only thirty minutes. I wish I had dreams with this much intensity, but that is why I married Ariel, she always has the most amazing dreams. I believe she could write a thousand novels, or at least sale me the ideas. Either way, this story is one that I couldn’t keep inside, not from you amazing fans!

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