The Zombie Dream

So it's Halloween, of course, since this is ALWAYS when the zombies come out, except this time I am the zombie.

And Evan's a zombie, and so is his brother Brett. Someone else was with us too, but I think I didn't recognize him/her because they were dressed like the killer from Scream. (Toward the end of this post I realized the mysterious person was my sister)

We are driving from San Francisco (I think) to San Jose. Turns out that Halloween is the one and only night that zombies are mortal. We don't really like that we are zombies, and we certainly don't eat human flesh or brains for dinner. In fact, none of us has any clue as to how (or when) we became zombies.

All we know is that the freeways are very crowded and EVERYONE is looking for zombies to kill. We were very scared even though I'm doubtful they could tell we were zombies: we looked the same except dressed up for Halloween instead of in normal clothes. It's possible we were giving off a foul smell though .. Like ether mixed with sulfur, but I'm not positive on that.

We are driving in the biggest, most bad ass SUV I have ever seen, complete with tinted windows (not so good for driving at night) and bullet proof armor.

It is so big that I am sitting on the floor with Evan between the driver (Brett) and the other member of our party. Traffic is horrible - we are very afraid, but also very hungry. I want to stop at Denny's or something to get some food, but I am concerned that we might get killed there. We all agree that we will be safer in San Jose, so we head there.

We start picking up random hitchhikers. We get some biker guys who really scare me but they are very cool, even after they realize we are zombies. We end up filling the SUV. I think maybe we figure that we'll be harder to target if there are a bunch of humans with us.

We get very worried about driving in such bad traffic, so I suggest taking Highway 1 down through Big Sur and Santa Cruz to get to San Jose. It's a truly brilliant plan and we finally start hauling ass instead of driving 5mph. Turns out my sister wasn't actually a zombie (who knew?) but that she was willing to help us anyway.

Then I woke up more disoriented and confused than I have felt in a long time. I think I need some coffee.