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Dream stub: murderous me
Jul. 8th, 2006 04:00 pmI awoke at 4:28am from a nightmare, but could only remember the last act of it, in which a woman was becoming a zombie and it fell upon her daughter to euthanize her. The daughter, in her late teens, was hesitant and so I stepped in to lend a hand.
I led the two up from the school/factory basement; the door we came through was the door to the basement at my old house. The woman was coherent but stiffening up physically and having some trouble moving. The daughter came behind her, anxiously herding her the way one would a toddler who insisted on climbing a set of stairs all by himself. I wondered for a minute about the girl's safety so close to the woman, and about my own safety turning my back on her, but she seemed well at this point.
I led them outside, and handed the girl the baseball bat.
I watched as she swung half-heartedly, in tears, and with no small amount of resignation, I accepted the bat back and swung myself. It was like swinging through water, slow and without real impact. With each small but painful blow, the woman was becoming more frustrated, more zombie, and I began swinging faster, but the blows became less and less effective as I did--it might as well have been a Nerf bat--and I thought it was inevitable, that she would turn and take us out, but I couldn't give up, because she was relying on me to kill her.
I led the two up from the school/factory basement; the door we came through was the door to the basement at my old house. The woman was coherent but stiffening up physically and having some trouble moving. The daughter came behind her, anxiously herding her the way one would a toddler who insisted on climbing a set of stairs all by himself. I wondered for a minute about the girl's safety so close to the woman, and about my own safety turning my back on her, but she seemed well at this point.
I led them outside, and handed the girl the baseball bat.
I watched as she swung half-heartedly, in tears, and with no small amount of resignation, I accepted the bat back and swung myself. It was like swinging through water, slow and without real impact. With each small but painful blow, the woman was becoming more frustrated, more zombie, and I began swinging faster, but the blows became less and less effective as I did--it might as well have been a Nerf bat--and I thought it was inevitable, that she would turn and take us out, but I couldn't give up, because she was relying on me to kill her.
