Zombie Dream

As my friends know, I usually have some pretty weird dreams. But it seems my dreams have been affected by the writer's block as well. My dreams have been pretty tame lately compared to the ones I used to have. Until last night....

Here's my latest weird dream.

Last night, I dreamed that I was riding around in an old pick up truck with my boss and a dog he found. We had to go to a certain field and do some clean up work. At least that's what we were told by our boss. When we get to the field, we find it's over run with zombies and bodies everywhere. The field was enclosed with a fence to keep the mindless drooling zombies in and it was our job to do the cleanup. So my boss looks in the back of the pick up truck where he was told the tools for the cleanup job were and finds 2 shotguns and enough ammo to take out the state of Colorado. lol

My boss looks at me and says "Well, let's get started." and he loads the shotguns. I'm just in standing there in shock until he hands me a shotgun and I scream at him. "What the hell is going on? Where did these zombies come from and does Scott really expect us to 'clean up'? He's flipped.. that's it.. he's looney... or maybe I am..."

Boss looks at me and says "Katie, do you want to keep your job? Then you have to do whatever Headquarters says."

I yell back at him "But where did these zombies come from?"

He puts ammo in his pockets and says "I don't know and I don't care. Let's get this over with."

So I put tons of ammo in my pockets and boss walks over to the fence and calmly blows the head off the nearest zombie. This got the rest of the zombies worked up and into a frenzy. They come over the fence and try to break through. He reloads his shotgun and takes out another one.

Finally I join in and start taking out zombies but I noticed the fence is coming loose with all the zombies rocking it and trying to get at us.

"Rick, we should get out of here!" I yell at him.. and we start backing up towards the truck and still firing away.

And that's when I woke up.

So I leave you now with that dream and this picture I made. It's okay to wonder about me.. I wonder about myself sometimes. lol

The Dream of Insanity

I had been wondering which of my dreams to post on here next but I couldn't decide on one. Luckily, that was decided last night. Here's my latest dream and it gives you an idea of what my dreams are like. One thing to note is that when I say I was scared in a dream, I mean it. I feel everything in dreams, I experience everything. Keep that in mind as you read.

Dream February 2, 2008
The dream started with me going into a building with a guy who turned out to be Peter Falk. This Peter Falk was smooth talking, a gentlemen and very nice, not annoying like the Columbo character. He was wearing a white suit and black bow tie that looked very nice on him. I was in a white dress that had peach colored flowers on it (I think I have this dress in my closet somewhere, LOL) and white sandals. I was carrying a camera and we walked into this dark building, I didn’t see the front of it so I don’t know what it looked like. Inside, there weren’t any lights on at all but Peter had a flashlight. The place was jam packed with various items like mannequins, lamps, couches, paintings, statues, etc. So we had to be careful where we walked.

I was snapping off pictures and would hold the camera above my head to get above the obstructions. Peter was talking about the history of the place but I wasn’t listening. I was actually very frightened but continued taking pictures and following Peter. At one spot, I took a picture of the corner with camera above my head and I saw the preview picture on the camera. I swore I saw Hitler in the photograph and looked at the picture closely. I said “Oh my God! Peter, you have to see this.” And I caught up to Peter holding the camera out to show him the picture.

He looked and said “Where did you take this?” I pointed out the spot and he shined his flashlight over there. The light went quickly over Hitler’s face and I shrieked. I was standing there pointing with a shaky hand and not taking my eyes off of it. Then, Peter took the flashlight and slammed the back of my head with it, knocking me out. As I lay there on the floor, Peter said “I wish you didn’t see that.” Then he walked off, humming happily.

The next scene is Peter pouring himself a drink from some unlabeled undecorated glass bottle. He had a cigarette in one hand and the drink in the other. He turned around and looked at me and I was now on a really pale pink couch, leaning over the arm of the couch. I came to and the ice clinked in Peter’s glass as he took a drink. I groaned and sat up and looked at Peter with wide eyes. “Why did you hit me?” I asked.

Peter responded, “Because I can’t let you know what this place is.”

“What the Hell does that mean? We’re here 10 minutes and I know this place isn’t ‘right’ and you hit me with a freakin’ flash light? You moron!” I stood up and swayed a bit, landing me back on the couch. I got up again and ignored the swaying and stormed off. Leaving Peter whistling behind me.

As I rounded a corner, I saw another couch but with a pure white statue sitting on it, leaning forward, looking at a ballerina statue in front if it. I could see it was a man and he was reaching for the ballerina to make the music play. I know it was a statue so seeing it move scared me. I shrank back around the corner and I could still hear Peter whistling but he was somewhere else in the building now. Thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me, I calmed myself and walked right up to the statue. Only now, it was leaning back against the couch back with it’s head resting on the back of the couch. At first, it was Abraham Lincoln. Then as I approached, it changed into Vincent Price!!! It was still a statue but now it looked like Vincent Price. While it was changing, I could see it’s eyes darting from side to side. Now totally freaked out, I screamed and ran. Suddenly I could hear what sounded like stone on stone. It was the statue coming after me.

I kept running and ran right into a warm body. Yup, it was Peter. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew smoke at me and grinned evilly. “Sorry sugar, you’re not going anywhere.” I scream again (who knew I was such a screamer?) and turned to run the other way and was blocked by the statue. I turned again and ran and Peter was nowhere to be found. I found the path where we first came in and also found the flashlight that Peter used on me. I picked up the flashlight and scanned the cluttered room. Not seeing anything, I looked on the floor for my camera and found it nearby. For some reason, it seemed nature at this point to turn it on and take more pictures. I aimed the camera back the way I came and the statue was getting nearer. I took a quick couple of pictures and the flash seemed to have stopped him. He didn’t move anymore. I raised the camera above my head and took more pictures. I saw that I found Hitler again but now there was something else there. Hitler had a friend. I looked at the picture on the camera closely, and zoomed in on it. It was Peter Falk, with one hand on Hitler’s shoulder and the other hand waving at me.

That’s when I woke up!

Now, if I haven't scared you off, please leave a comment or question and dont' forget my poll on the right. Thank you and Pleasant dreams!

What a crummy way to start a day

I booted up my computer and started loading some pictures off my camera onto the computer. I noticed the desktop background wasn't showing up so I navigated to where the picture was and it was still there. I tried to make it the background picture but it wouldn't let me. so I selected another picture and it worked fine. I opened windows explorer and started looking at the picture folder. Yea, I still had everything and my pictures loaded off the camera card just fine. I suddenly notice that there's a picture folder in my music folder. I go look there and all my pictures are there. I go back to the original picture folder and the pictures are gone.

Now, last night, I accidently moved the pictures but I caught that and pressed cancel and everything was fine. This morning, that's not the case. Crap. I tried to move the pictures back to the original location but it won't let me. And every time it gave me an error saying it wouldn't do it, my pictures disappeared!! I couldn't find them anywhere. So I did a system restore thinking that would put things back the way they were but nooooooooooo Now, I don't have any pictures at all and the ones I just uploaded off the camera were gone and they're not on the camera card either. And they were 23 new pictures of Pipsqueek being cute and active and they were adorable pictures!! and now they're gone!! Damn!

Crap. So, my computer threw up. Decided all my pictures were not worthy to be on it, I guess. So, every picture I've ever taken and acquired off the internet or created myself are gone. Stupid doodoo kaka pooopoo!!

To top it off, I tried to eat my breakfast earlier, and I nearly threw up. So I'm not having a good day already. I'm supposed to leave for work now. I'm dressed and ready to go. But if my home computer crap and how I feel are a sign of things to come. Maybe I'll just stay home. I've been sick for the past few days and still waiting to hear back from doctor's office when I contacted them yesterday. My face as gone from hot to the touch an hour ago to now it feels chilled like chicken fat. I should stay home.

Nah... I'll just go to work and if needed I'll take a half day. I was going to take a half day yesterday but didn't. I should today.
Well, gotta go. Just wanted to vent about stupid piece of crap computer. Hope the day gets better.

Change in plans... I just tried to get my coat on and couldn't even do that. I put one arm through a sleeve just fine. I put the other arm in the other sleeve and the arm came out the bottom of the coat. I tried it again and got the same result. I took the coat off and threw it on the floor. Held back the tears of frustration and said. That's it. If I can't put a coat on, I can't go to work. I picked up my cell phone to call my boss but didn't think I should talk to him while angry so I emailed him. "I had been fighting myself on whether or not to go to work since I still feel crummy and when I couldn't even put a stupid coat on myself, I decided that's it. If I can't even function enough to put a damn coat on, I shouldn't go to work. "
I'm so frustrated I want to cry.

Updated: I found the pictures! They are buried deep in a folder within another folder within another folder and on and on. C:\Users\Kd\Music\Pictures\Pictures\Pictures\Pictures\

So now, I am putting them in a zip file and I'll save it to disk or something and then try to move the pictures again. if this doesn't work, I'll just delete the blasted things. lol

The Ghost of Abigail Jones

Welcome to my blog. Pull up a chair and let me tell you a story. Or rather, a dream. I have the most detailed and bizarre dreams. To some, they seem terrifying. But not to me. I enjoy my dreams and I really enjoyed this one when I dreamt it and when I wrote it all down. Someday, I will make a book out of this so I'm sorry folks but no one is allowed to copy it and make a book or do anything with it except for me. Until that happens, enjoy the dreams of a writer's twisted mind.

Dream Sept 24, 2007

The dream started with me walking thru a huge building. I believe it was an abandoned college and I was walking thru a hallway sticking my head in the doors of the empty classrooms. Walls were grey and the doors were wooden, light reddish color. It’s not quite nighttime yet, the sun hasn’t set so it is still light enough in the college that flashlights aren’t needed. A group of people is ahead of me about 40 feet away and they are taking pictures and talking. A voice behind me asks, “So, what’s the history with this place?” I turn and it’s Cheryl from work, her desk is right next to mine. I stand beside her as she looks inside a classroom.

I say “This place was abandoned 50 years ago because the students kept dropping out or transferring and they couldn’t get new students to come here. What little new students they got, left pretty quickly.”

“Why?” Cheryl asks.

I pull out photos from my bag that is hanging diagonally across my shoulder. “This is why.” I show Cheryl the photos and point out the oddities. “Do you see this shape right here? What does it look like to you?”

Cheryl replies “A woman. Must have been a developing error.”

“Can’t be that. These were taken from a digital camera.” I pause and pull out a picture of a painting. It’s a woman from the 18th century. “This is Abigail Jones. She died in sometime in the 1780’s, we can’t find the exact year. Story has it that Abigail’s husband built a house right where this college is now. Abigail and her husband were the perfect couple at first but then she caught her husband cheating on her so she sought revenge. She wanted the revenge to be painful in every way she could think of so she contacted a local voodoo queen and asked for a curse. The exact wording of the curse was lost over time but the story says that the voodoo queen worded the curse in such a way that if the husband really wasn’t cheating on her, then Abigail would be the one cursed and not the husband. Abigail would have to pay for being wrong. We’re not sure of what happened next but it is said that a scream was heard coming from the house. A neighbor saw the husband running from the house, never to be seen again. The neighbor went inside to check on Abigail and was found the next day with a look of terror upon his dead face. No one knows what happened to Abigail but she was never seen again either. At least, not in the flesh.”

I smirked at Cheryl who looked at me and said “Oh nice, Katie. Great story but what really happened?”

I laughed and said “Actually, that is the story that was handed down thru the neighbors family for generations. I heard the story myself from the last family member, a little old woman of 90. She has her own theories of what happened but wouldn’t share them with me.” I went thru the stack of pictures and as I was looking, a hand brushed on my arm. I look around me and didn’t see anybody around but I didn’t say anything so that I didn’t frighten Cheryl. I go back to the photos and find the ones I want. I pull them out and show Cheryl. “Now look at these pictures. I took these myself. What do you see?”

Cheryl looked at the pictures carefully and then went thru them again. Finally she speaks up. “This first one, I see a face, there on the railing. This one here, I see a profile of a woman, no details just shadow. And this one here…”

Cheryl pauses to pull out one photo to the top as a woman walks by us. She didn’t make a sound, no sound of footsteps, no swish of clothes, nothing. The woman is wearing faded blue jeans and a black short sleeve top and her hair is dark, dark black and falls to her upper back between the shoulder blades.

Cheryl continues, “This one, I think it’s a problem with the picture itself. Maybe an old picture was left on the memory card and made its way onto this picture? It looks like a woman to me.” Cheryl pauses again to get a closer look, I spot the woman with black hair stopped in the door way of a classroom 10 feet away. Cheryl goes on, “It’s a woman with black hair, and if it’s a ghost, it can’t be Abigail because the clothes are all wrong. This woman is wearing blue jeans and a black shirt, and look at the hair style. Women of that era did not wear their hair like this.” Cheryl stops because she noticed I’m not looking at the picture anymore. I’m watching that lady in the door way who has her back to us. Cheryl doesn’t notice the resemblance to the woman in the photo so I mouth the word “Look” and point to the picture and then to the woman. Cheryl looks several times from the woman to the picture and back again. Cheryl says “But that’s impossible. It’s just a coincidence. She’s not a ghost, she’s solid.”

The woman in the doorway slowly turns towards us and walks to us in a way that radiates evil to me. She stops about 1 foot away from me says in a low voice “Mind if I look?” Cheryl turns the picture around and shows the woman who then chuckles in a low voice. “Of course you got me from my bad side. Maybe this will help clear your doubts.” Suddenly the woman’s face turns evil like this picture and she screams at us, a horrible roar like scream.

Cheryl and I both scream and run down the hallway past the group of people and down to the first floor but we get lost and can’t find the front door. We ran right into another woman. I don’t know this woman, she has blonde hair down to her ears and the hair is kind of on the curly poofy side. The woman says “Stop! You’re going the wrong way. I’ll show you the exit. She can’t get you once you are outside.”

I ask this new lady “Who are you and how do you know she can’t get us outside?”

We follow the woman and she responds. “My name isn’t important but I know who you are running from. I know her very well for I have been trying to stop her for countless eons. She is trapped in this building. She can’t step foot outside. And before you ask, yes, that once was Abigail but it’s not anymore. The physical features are Abigail but that entity is far older and far more evil than Abigail ever was. Tell me, did she touch you?”

I respond, “I felt someone touch my arm but I couldn’t see who did it.”

The lady responds, “yes, it was her. You must get out of here now before it’s too late! Did she speak to you? Did you see her?”

I tell her what happened upstairs and what made us run in terror. The lady continues, “So, she has chosen you then. It’s imperative that you leave. Now!”

“Chosen me? For what?” The lady doesn’t respond, so I grab her arm and repeat “What has she chosen me for?!”

“I’ll tell you once we are outside. Now come!”

Cheryl, the new lady and I are running now, down another hallway and its getting darker outside so light is dwindling inside. I spot the evil entity standing in a doorway like she was upstairs. I point a shaky hand at her and the new lady, whispers to us, “Don’t stop! Go! Hurry!” We manage to get by the entity but just as we pass her, she steps out of the door way and is now behind us. I continue running but with my head turned to watch this entity. The entity runs up to me and just as she reaches me, her face turns from this picture to something far worse. And that is when I woke up. I could feel the terror of seeing that face, hearing that roar like scream and running down a hallway and being chased thru an abandoned college that is growing darker and darker. No wonder I didn’t go back to sleep after that.