When I was a boy I used to have this recurring dream. Well,
a nightmare, I suppose. I would dream that I was floating in space, unable to
move, looking down on earth. Somehow I knew that despite no food, water or
oxygen I would remain alive forever.
You can feel the tension right?
That edition of The Twilight Zone terrified me and transported me back to my boyhood. Then, fuck me, just the other night I had a nightmare that was equally as terrifying.
I don’t know if I’ve told you before, but I’m a former member of Her Majesty’s Armed Forces and so I did a good job of keeping the living dead at bay.
But I had to leave the barn to deal with a pressing matter. I can’t remember what it was but it was important. And I knew that after leaving the barn and dodging and outrunning the zombies, they would get in and kill and eat Mrs Mac and The Brady Bunch and I would return to a barn of emptiness.