This morning I Googled, "How long are dreams?". I dream a lot and sometimes they seem to go on for a long time. Google says, "Five to twenty minutes." Seems about right. My craziest dreams used to come after watching episodes of The Walking Dead earlier in the evening. If you don't know, it's a show about zombies. To try and stop the bad dreams I would record The Walking Dead and then watch it during the daytime. That didn't totally clear the dreams, so I stopped watching it all together. I haven't watched it for a few of years now.
Last night I had what seemed
like an extended dream involving zombies. People I knew were turning into
zombies. Everybody was trying to bite me and turn me into a zombie. Worst of
all, I knew it was a dream and I couldn't wake up. If you ever watched The
Walking Dead, you know the growling sound the zombies make. That was what I
kept hearing in my dream, until I finally woke up. Next to my bed, in the dark,
was Scout. She was doing her "I have to go out and poop" growl while
staring up at me. It's a very low, almost inaudible growl, that is not meant to
scare. Only meant to let me know she has to poop. I can only assume she had
been sitting there for quite a while before I woke up.
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