I can’t tell the difference between dreams and reality. I’m losing grip on reality.
Today I couldn’t believe what I experienced. Short of it, I lived through a zombie apocalypse and what happened is, the moment I thought I survived; I’m attacked by a zombie gorilla and he just fucks me up. I’m infected and so is my companion who tries to save me. After my attack I wake up [wake up in my dream] and The first thing my buddy says is we are infected and tells me everything, at this point am screaming “Are you retarded? Why did you try to help me? You should have ran while you had the chance”.
Next thing I’m trying to find some cyanide so we can suicide before we turn. A cute girl rolls around and she has some. Last thing I say to the girl is, “If we had different lives maybe we could have been something.” I take it and so does my companion. We sick chatting and laughing waiting to die. Then I feel it working and I wake up here.
Now I’m tripping, I can’t help but think about it. I don’t care anymore, if there is a heaven or hell.
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I have these types of dreams all the fucking time. It feels like there is no barrier between dreams and reality.
Sounds like the new Sandra Bullock movie. Maybe that’s been pushed into your consciousness ha..ha… it’s about these people that get infected making them suicidal. Maybe someone’s trying to tell you that you ought get a girlfriend ha..ha…
If a zombie apocalypse ever does happen, at least we won’t have to worry about the ones emerging from graveyards biting us because their jaws are most likely wired shut.