Perhaps I was tired, perhaps the heat was getting to me and perhaps I had been watching too much Zombie movies. Perhaps those combination are what had caused me to get two epic nightmares, starring me and a weird looking almost zombie freak creature, in the middle of the day.

As usual, the story always start with me being in a weird place which I have never went before. And always I had to walk mindlessly,trying to figure out what is happening (don’t you hate these type of scenarios?) and before I know it, I made an enemy intend to have my head on a platter. Nevermind that the creature never introduce himself and why he wanted me dead in the first place (these monsters need to be more polite) but one thing for sure, he made me do a heavy cardio.

I don’t like running even though I was a cross country runner and always had to participate in almost all the track events in school. Why can’t the creature understand that I WAS a runner, meaning I’m no longer interested in trying my best to make my feet move any faster than a granny.

Anyway, irritation finally settled in my blood and it made me make the stupidest thing, stopped running and faced the irritating parasite. Too bad I couldn’t see the surprise on the creature’s face as it is mottled enough to make it look faceless. Interestingly, the creature could speak, although it sounded a bit gibberish, but I could discern the ‘You die..I’m going to kill you’. Well it sounded perfectly clear to me.

Sadly the poor creature didn’t manage to complete his sentence since he was taking too much time and his voice was grating on my adrenaline. Poor creature didn’t see it coming as I let my fist fly to his face.

I suppose I watched too much Zombie flicks and had anticipated the creature to have a super reflex. Unfortunately he had a reflex of a sloth and I took the opportunity to repeatedly ram my fist into his face until I broke through his skull.

I know it sounds gory and violent, but it’s better him than me. I’m still unmarried and alive, therefore I am not going to let a dead rotting creature end my life prematurely even if it is a dream. Take that zombie face!

At this point I woke up and my heart was in my throat. Who wouldn’t after that dream fiasco? It took me a while to return to my nap again (5mins only) and surprisingly Rotten Face was waiting for me, this time he had a face surgery and I could see his pointy elongated teeth. I was not waiting to hear him complimenting himself about his latest denture.

Once again, I started my cardio runs with Rotten Face. And once again I kicked his butt, except I manage to scream at him to stop bothering me at the top of my lungs before I splattered his innards with my booted feet.

Hmm.. come to think of it, I should lay off on the Zombie films.

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