8/24/11 Zombies and my Mother

I'm in an old shacky building. Old country plantation home with white peeling paint and empty rooms. It has Plastic over the windows. There are large dogs of all types sitting one the floors. The sky is very grey. Everything is grey toned, actually... I look outside and I have screw drivers in my hands. For some reason looking outside is no long a big open field in a country setting; it's high up on a balcony of a large city. I head out but dont lock the doors. My mother is there.. I walk down the halls of my old elementary school. I have business partners there too wearing sport coats with meat hanging from them. I stop at a vendor to buy some little girl's hair scrunchies. My mother never listens to me when I feel the need to hurry things along... then come the Zombies. They're in the halls, they're on the stairs of the capital building. They've eaten our dogs and are immune to pepper spray. I lock the doors of our old country home even though all the windows are open. And I close my eyes.