(google image, Night of the Living Dead, 1968)
A shadowy figure
coal dust-covered zombie in rags
followed me everywhere
reaching out his rotting finger
trying to touch me
I went into a hotel
telling them he would not leave me alone,
not to let him in
He got in anyway
I said, “What do you want from me?”
making a cross with two fingers in front of my face
as if that would ward him away
He didn’t speak
“I curse you,” I said.
I know he was trying to curse me
I woke up, ready to do battle
with the zombie voodoo brigade
Suburban Hobo 
According to a recent presidential popularity poll, 33% of the people in this country are zombies. Fortunately they’re too stupid to operate the curse mechanism..
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Ha ha ha.
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Mathew that’s hysterical!!
Curse mechanism needs to be a default….
Wow, powerful imagery Erica! Keep slaying the zombies! xo
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One never knows when a dream is a premonition.
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The dream definitely relates to how I’ve been feeling since my husband’s death. Like I’m being chased by the darkness.
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Sorry to hear about that. But dreams such as that means you are working through it, which all I one can hope for.
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You did the right thing. Fighting back is de rigueur. Fighting the darkness, with light is a good strategy too. As to zombies and our political climate, hope for a smack down very soon, invoke the light, whenever you think of it.
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You fought back the zombie darkness in a dream. I hope you are fighting back inside and working through. I have very vivid dreams and somehow that’s how my mind works things through. I curse that zombie too! 💜
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I have walked with zombies!
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Ha ha ha.
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It is NOT a laughing matter!
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