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This dream began with myself and three friends working on an archaeological dig in a dank cavern. (This image is a close approximation of what my subconscious mind created - though mine was much darker). Our 19th century lantern sat on the largest boulder, casting a yellowish glow on green and black mould and moss that covered nearly every inch of the cavern. One of my companions screamed, startling the rest of us. Concerned, we rushed to her. With a quivering finger she pointed to a long banana yellow snake, as it swam lazily through the water. As a snake lover, I wanted us to leave the snake alone, but my friends convinced me that this snake was the carrier of a deadly disease and needed to be destroyed.
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Thinking that I was saving the human race, I tried to behead the snake, but I had nothing with me to do the job. Rifling through my pockets I found a plastic knife. Hesitantly I made an incision in the snake's neck. It was only a small flesh wound that simply aggravated the snake, but I still felt horrible. It was then I learned from my friends that they had been wrong, and the snake shouldn't be killed. Well, at that point it was too late. The snake began to segment itself into five ballooned, sausage like portions. The snake's head snapped off, attaching to the knife I held in my hand. I tried to flick it off, but it slid down closer and closer to my hand. In one last attempt to be rid of the thing I threw the knife into the water which had begun to whirl around in the middle as if a plug had been pulled from the drain.
"We have to get out of here!" I yelled.
But it was too late. The snake had indeed been infected with a deadly disease and to spite us for attacking it, the snake had released its toxins into the water which had drained into the main water supply system for the entire human race.
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Within days the entire world had been over run with the disease. The dead began to rise and feed on the living. And those that were bit became infected and turned on their friends and families, devouring them. Somehow I found myself back in the cavern along with a handful of survivors. It appeared as if we had attempted to build a sort of fort in the cavern, keeping as many of the zombies at bay as we could. I found myself defending our home and our lives, with the only tool available to me - an old ice pick (I shall leave it up to your imaginations as to what I did with the ice pick to kill the zombies. I'm sure we've all seen enough zombie movies to know what to do with them.)
Suddenly I was no loner in the cavern fighting off the zombies, but in the back yard of a suburban home. In the back of my mind I knew that the characters from the show The Walking Dead were somewhere near me, fighting the menace. In the middle of one very intense skirmish with five or six zombies, I was scratched on the arm by one of them. However, my subconscious decided that it was only a bite that could infect you, not a scratch - so I was safe. However, I wasn't pleased.
I realized that the zombies were being controlled by an evil pirate that was bent on world domination. So in order to defeat the zombies, we had to get to the pirate and destroy him. I found the pirate dancing on the porch of a nearby house. He wore a large tattered pirate hat and a stained and dirty ruffled shirt under a black jacket with golden buttons. His skin was so pale I was sure he should have been dead. But alive he was, and his demand for calling back the zombies was my hand in marriage (I must say that is a bit of a confidence booster, but still not very nice of the pirate. He probably could have just asked and I would have said yes. There was no need for the flesh eating zombies. But I suppose then my dream would have been way less interesting).
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I was about to say yes to him, when Lisa and Bart Simpson appeared and told me not to fall for his tricks. He was never going to stop the zombies, no matter what I did. The only way to defeat them was to defeat Ralph, who had become a giant robot. So, I ran away with Lisa and Bart. We ran across the tops of buildings, jumping from one rooftop to the other. Casting terrified glances behind us we could see Ralph stomping jerkily down the main city street, destroying buildings as he went. We came to the end of the row of rooftops and Bart asked Lisa if she trusted him. Both Lisa and myself wished to say "No. Not at all." but we knew there wasn't enough time. We were going to have to trust Bart. He leapt off the edge of the building, disappearing from sight. Without stopping Lisa and I threw ourselves over the edge, hoping against hope that Bart had a plan. We needn't have been afraid. Below us was a fast running river and on its bank was a large blown up trampoline, the type which Hollywood stuntmen and woman use. We landed safely amidst family and friends.
Ralph came barreling round the building, heading straight for us. But the closer he came, the smaller he grew. When he finally reached us, he was only the size of an adult African Elephant. Bart threw himself onto Ralph's back and ripped out one of the four AA batteries from his back. He flung it into the river and as it floated away, the red light in Ralph's eyes slowly dimmed until there was no life left in the terrible robot.
My dog chose this time to jump on my chest and scare me awake, so I don't know what became of the pirate or if the zombies were ever defeated.
