this morning i dreamt that we bought a new house. but it was a super old house, in the middle of an urban area. very rickety and with LOTS of character. very beautiful. already full of stuff.
i was checking out all the rooms. and at the end of the day there was a part being thrown there by the precious owners. i was exited they seemed like a very cool and eclectic group of people. .. artists musicians.. and the kept talking about one guy, (can't remember his name) who was not there.
then i would out he was dead. then i found out he died IN THE HOUSE. actually in the back yard. and that it was the most HORRIFIC death.
i started to ask- and then said no- i don't want to know.
so we start the party. lots of good food.
i notice a fresh patch of dirt in the back yard too. obviously the guy was now buried in my newly purchased back yard!
James was there with me and we were both very upset, nervous and not knowing what to expect.
one of the guests said, 'Monica- you have to drink with us', he hands me a shot glass that looks like it was half chicken broth and half olive oil and sprinkles something else in.
I said to james- what if we are drinking the dead guy? and he looks at me knowing what i'm thinking. 'yes, that we are all going to eat the flesh of the dead and them all become flesh eating zombies.'
i get scared and i only drink half the shot.
sure enough- the party was all about trying to raise the dead and become undead zombies.
the dead guy awakens and has this horrible injury where half his shoulder and upper torso are cut apart. I'm still trying to figure out how he died.
i met him and tried and be nice, not to upset him or let on how scared i am.
i am terrified out of my mind, and am trying to escape my own nightmare.
the end.
any thoughts?
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