By
Craig Wilson
In
this dream, I am not myself – I am a scientist.
In
fact, I’m the lone survivor of a virus outbreak.
I’ve
activated the lab’s self-destruction sequence.
Red
flashing lights illuminate the hallways of the lab.
My
zombie wife has torn a chunk off of my shoulder.
With
tears in my eyes, I get ready to fire my shotgun.
I
cry, “You are not my wife,” before shooting her.
However,
the shotgun’s blast quickly wakes me up.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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