FrenchBoy78's Dream Journal
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...Maybe in a hospital, I climb a blurry set of stairs. I think this is my dead grandmother, my mother’s mother, standing in a door frame at the top. No, it’s not her. Yes, it is. I cry in her night gown...
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I loved her.
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…I am sleeping in a bed, but it’s not my bedroom. A cockroach is running across the room and goes under the bed. I am trying to look under the bed by moving it. I find some leftovers, rotten food with worms. That probably doesn’t help the cockroach problem. Since the room has no furniture except for the bed, I slide it on the wooden floor to the North wall. Then to the East wall. To the South. I basically slide the bed along the four walls of the room, but I never see the cockroach…
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…I have a weird skin disease: my hands and feet are full of little worms. My nails are coming off. I am trying to keep them together with plasters. I can even take off half of my nose. I am going to see a doctor. After a long wait, the doctor comes in the office to tell me that the clinic is closing, that I will have to come again tomorrow. Why doesn’t he just check me while I’m here? I just can’t wait, so I am going to the hospital’s emergency room. On my way, I realize the city is infested with zombies. I go hide in some boutique’s attic. I find a metal shovel; I plan on defending myself with it. But the more I try to hide, the more the zombies can see me because of the disposition of a mirror in front of a window. So I play dead, it’s probably safer. A zombie suddenly comes and in and screams in my face, in French: “ARE YOU DEAD, YOU?” I yell, scared. Maybe he bites me in the neck, but I think somebody behind distracts it. Now it’s a white cat that’s attacking me, but…
