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Wiped my entire nervous system from the train wreck pain wreck first shift of my day. Literally fried so hard that my evening nap was NO holds barred... and six hours long... and filled to the brim with a long running zombie movie that sees Woody Harrelson kissing on me in celebration of the humans winning.
No, really, we went from a gloomy forest setting where there was a pagan ritual in progress and a Nazi gang in their brown shirts with torches coming to break it up — aka pagan slaughter — and those of us who had observed it just slipped out the flank before the fascist attackers fell upon their prey.
They were zombie Nazis... and enzombiefied pagans... many of whom were movie stars in historic times... and we made it back to town to spread the news that zombies were coming for all of us. A geezer in the crowd told us it was going to be ugly, but a tanker would be shot down the west side of the Sierra upon our mighty Yuba, which would float right on down and out through the Golden Gate having squished and drown all the Nazi and pagan zombies. We'd win in the end.
High terror as many of us were taken by covert zombies. Charles Durning and Robert Duvall were the worst for me. I was not a hunnert percent sure of Woody though and he was coming in for that big ol' stanky smooch. I did not zombiefy from it, and that broke the pall of the Valley in the Shadow of Death that had characterized the hours of helping prepare humans for the incursion of zombies.
He'd planted that one on me because we'd just seen the tanker float past us on the river. That was the signal that the humans would win. And somewhere in there I guess my spine/hip/s fell, at least for the moment, back into where they belong and I goddam woke up to a reasonable facsimile of able-bodied-enough to get up and dressed and happening PAIN FREE.
I'm certain it won't last.
But I'm feeling MUCH better just now. Body and brain.
Amazing what enough dream sleep can do for little old ladies.
pipe up any time....
