Monday

Dreams of the Undead

Another night, another series of weird dreams.
I'm always been afraid of the dead that wouldn't stay dead, they are often known as Zombies but technically speaking, they aren't really because zombies require an external force to control them. So my fear is just the fear of the undead dead.

Perhaps it's the influence of all that horror movies playing in the theatres but I've found myself constantly and occassionally returning to dreams of these dead people. Just the other night my dream involved my house being under seige by these creatures and we're talking about the house I have in Singapore. It was strange because some things in the house was the same and then different. It felt like all my old dreams of my house decided to get together and simply merged to become one. The feeling of strangeness and familiarity if you can grasp was what I felt. Then, there were the doors. I would lock them and they wouldn't stay locked. All the while I knew the creatures were roaming around but everytime the locked door clicked open, there would be nothing there and so I was merely waiting in suspended horror for the attack that was to come but never did. I'm not sure what is scarier truly, being attacked by them or just sitting around and waiting for that attack that you think is going to come but never does.

The dream shook me like never before and I've gone restless eversince. I need rest, true rest without dreams or visions.

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