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18 June 2008 @ 09:43 am
Cry for the poor zombie children  
In a dream early this morning I was trying to get through to a little boy who wanted to run outside and rescue a smaller boy who had become a zombie, as in Dawn of the Dead. He couldn't understand why we adults were being so mean and not letting little zombie boy inside with us. He wanted to feed the little zombie boy and invite him to come in and play. He escaped our grasp and almost made it outside. I lured him back in with some lollipops, which I told him he could share with little zombie boy if he listened to me explain things.

I launched into a careful, age-appropriate explanation of how the brain works to enable us to do all that we do, think and talk and move and so on. I then explained that little zombie boy's brain had been damaged by disease in such a way that he was not in control of his actions anymore and couldn't understand us if we talked to him. I explained that little zombie boy could make us all sick too. I said that the kindest thing to do was to leave him outside to die sooner, because if we took him inside he'd spend the rest of his life penned up like a wild and dangerous animal. I told this earnest and sad little boy that he could toss out candy to his zombie friend but we couldn't allow him to risk his own life by going outside.

Then I woke up and was like, "WTF?" I don't even like zombie flicks!

I think I prefer not to ponder the deeper meanings behind this one.
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Mari Adkinsmariadkins on June 18th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)
Wow. Something deeply psychological is going on there, but I'm not really sure what! LOL
Tapatitapati on June 18th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)
The funny thing is I was so earnest about it all.
Mari Adkinsmariadkins on June 18th, 2008 07:56 pm (UTC)
The subconscious is a weird place!!!
Tapatitapati on June 20th, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
Especially mine, apparently!
Mari Adkinsmariadkins on June 20th, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC)
I'e been told that I need never drop acid - I just need to sleep. ROFL