Maybe its the ambient noise from the dehumidifier in my old basement, or maybe it’s the fact that I’m in completely pitch black darkness. Maybe its the old blankets I used to use when I lived here nine years ago, on top of the mattresses which used to be my old bed.
Apparently, much like how I’ve signed up, or planned to be participating in many more runs and obstacle courses, in this dream, I had been running in several different zombie runs. For all I know, this girl might have been one of the actual zombies I ran past just a few weeks ago. But for intents and purposes, I had apparently run in zombie runs in Virginia, Toronto, Miami and Boston. Each time, I noticed that I came across this one girl who was always participating in her own right, as a zombie.
The encounters were always brief, since I always in escape mode most of the time, but with this girl, I always lingered. Whether it was because I was playing possum, or it was a one-on-one encounter, leading me to take my time and attempt to get up in their grill before trying to get around them. The fact of the matter was that I kept running into the same girl several times over, and she was apparently appealing to me, even all dressed up as a zombie.