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Zombie?

When I have a nightmare, it never involves zombies, mummies, or fantastical creatures of classic horror. That’s a way to evolved a terror. Without flinching, I’d whip out my katana and remove their essential bits.
No, a true nightmare is much more basic and possible in real life.
Let’s look at it this way. Between 2001 and 2005, the NIH conducted a study that found that over six percent of the population could fit within the parameters of Narcissistic Personality Disorders, and about five and a half percent would do with Anti-social Personality disorders.
Having had poor taste in who I selected for romantic relationships, infatuations, and flings, I met a few who fell within those categories. During one of those relationships, I came very close to being shot to death.

So while you run down a deserted street pursued by howling zombies, I wake up in terror, imagining that I had married one of my personal nightmares. I’ll take a good old-fashioned zombie or mummy any day; thank you very much!

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Night Trip

I don’t know about you, but my mind can drift into fertile territory on long nighttime drives. Anything is game; from the reasonably assumed, what if I stop working the day job and concentrate on my business? Or, if the time is late, and I’m on my way back from the Carolinas in one fast maneuver, what would a Zombie apocalypse actually look like?

Typically it’s somewhere in the middle, imagining halcyon days on the coast if I had stayed in Maine or my stylish presentation if I had practiced harder and become a successful folksinger. But, as one of my sensei says, ” shoulda been, could have been, and wanna been…get back to practice.” And with that, I snap back to whatever is playing on the radio at two AM in the morning.

The outside temperature has a role in this, I don’t think much about coastal Maine in wintertime drive with snow on the road, and I’m more likely to think about road trips with friends on lush springtime nights.

Oh, there we go again. Springtime, getting off from a ride at some all-night juke joint and grabbing a burger and fries at the bar. Then, going into the club for more entertainment, maybe ask some lady to dance. Hey, what a great band tonight, right?

Then I look up at the clock on the wall and notice that it reads 3 AM; the bartender looks at me weird as his jaw unhinges, and he lunges at me. My dance partner is no longer nibbling delightfully at my ear. Instead, she’s reared back for a chomp. All around me, Zombies are tearing up innocent dancers.

Suddenly, a blaring noise and a bright light snap me back to awareness. I swerve back into my lane. Once I calm down and take some deep breaths, I start looking for a safe place to pull over and nap. But no, I’m still in the grip of that dream.

What if They’re out there lying in wait for me?