Day 77: The Walking Dead, season 1 (2010), or: How I Learned to Reanimate the Dead and Start Eating Brains


A few nights ago I was plagued by horrible nightmares (is it redundant to use “night” and “nightmares” in the same sentence? Oh well, I ‘m doing it anyway). In fact, the scary residual feelings still seem to cling to the insides of my eyeballs like shadows. I almost wonder if I could get Wendy to sever the troublesome shadowy apparitions from me—hey, she was able to sew a shadow onto Peter, so what’s so crazy about her removing one from me? Anyway, in this wretched dream, I was barricaded in a room with my three cats (I know, that is scary enough, right?). We had been there awhile. Although I didn’t see them upon entering the dreamworld, I knew I was surrounded by zombies. I fricking hate zombies. And these animated corpses were smart. Somehow, my three-legged cat, Chuck, escaped the room; so the zombies were holding her hostage until I surrendered. Trust me, it was pretty scary. Fricking zombies.

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