This Is My Life

I don't dream about zombies as often as you'd think. I especially don't dream about zombie situations that feel realistic, that wake me up in the night, heart beating hard against my chest, sweat lightly beading on my forehead. Most times the dream is just that, a dream, where as every now and then it's too real, too gritty, nightmarish.

Last night I had one of the worst I've ever had. I remember it clearly, know how it started, how it ended, the feelings it elicited, and even the music playing in the background.

Yes, sometimes my dreams have soundtracks to them.

I wish I knew the first thing about writing a screenplay. This dream is so strong in my mind that I think I could write a rather terrifying movie out of it. By "terrifying" I don't mean the Hollywood version that includes buckets of gore, but instead the kind of movie that you watch and feel fine about afterward. You leave the theater thinking it was a good movie. You get out of your car and start walking to your front door when your brain clicks on. Did you just see movement out of the corner of your eye? Maybe your breathing starts to get a little heavier as the adrenaline kicks in. Is there a zombie around the corner? HOW WILL YOU SURVIVE!?

Oh, it was wind in the tree. Heh. Silly brain.

Seriously, I want to write this movie. Wish I had the talent and know-how.