…especially right before bed. I just had my first zombie-related bad dream (that involved Shaq and Morrissey) that actually makes me afraid of going back to sleep.
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My eldest son’s father let him watch Night of the Living Dead when he was 12. He threw up at bedtime for a month, refused to shower without me in the room, and slept on the floor in our room for weeks.
I made that same rule for him.
I have NEVER been able to watch Zombie movies! It must be in the genes! Ya’ think??
I love love love a good zombie film. Fortunately, though, they don’t cause me nightmares.
We watched “Pontypool,” a little indie flick with maybe 5 cast members, about a morning radio show in rural Canada reporting on an unknown incident that was happening outside. It was pretty good, some cheesy parts, but ultimately what little scary stuff you saw was relatively disturbing.
It took on the “Jaws” effect, where you build up the mythic parts of the story before you see any gore, and the most interesting part of it, and probably the part that messed with me the most, is that because it was a radio show you the viewer were left to fill in the blanks about what was happening off-screen.
Thus when I went to bed, I ended up dreaming that I was potentially subject to falling in with some vampire zombies (zombies that only come out after dark?) at vampire zombie church camp (?) which I was attending with some friends, including Morrissey. Shaq gave me the keys to his fancy sports car to help us get away, which was very kind, but it was only a two-seater AND it was at dusk so I was afraid of going into the parking garage to retrieve it. I woke up when the vampire zombie snatched a friend out of the window and I realized my own zombie vampire demise was inevitable.
Sometimes lucid dreaming kind of sucks.
It’s not natural, normal or kind
The gray stuff on top of the spine
The brains in your mouth
As you savor the flavor
Of zombie dreams