Dreams

Last Night’s Dreams:
Chuck Moore (Comic related) is running an officially licensed Twilight Zone comic.  He gives out blue satin jackets to contributors with a patch saying “Twilight Zone” & the year they contributed.  At a convention I have a jacket on & Chuck comes up to me & rips the tag off saying, “You never turned in your script!”

I’m having breakfast with my niece & she wants me to drive to the store to buy her some Eggo waffles.  I tell her there’s not time for that.

I’m having a conversation with someone, I’m not even sure what it’s about or who I’m talking to; but I say, “They used to think it was genetic.”

There’s an epidemic of not exactly zombies, but maybe clones or androids or body snatchers or trancers.  They’re getting stronger.  Our lightening guns only make them fall to the ground & someone needs to shoot them with a second gun to give a strong enough bolt to kill them.  It’s raining & I see my niece standing in the rain.  I go out to her telling her to get in from the rain.  She says, “It’s not raining, it’s all in your mind.”  I notice the rain isn’t hitting her; it’s sliding around her in a two-inch invisible shield.  I grab her & try to pick her up, but her body doesn’t move at all & it feels like she’s mounted into the ground.  She giggles a little.  She’s one of them.  Has she always been one of them?

My sister tells me she doesn’t go to church because of her beliefs, but as a social activity.  She doesn’t believe in God at all.

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