#had a moment of ‘fuck does that count as relapse’ before realizing the undead would smell my blood and come for our asses

[continuousmeowing]

I fell asleep on the couch and had a dream that kind of freaked me out

#It’s five in the morning excuse me if my wording isn’t as eloquent as usual #fun claude fact: zombies freak me the fuck out #another fun claude fact: my brain loves to torment me with reoccurring zombie apocalypse dreams #my brain is just OBSESSED with figuring out every way things could go wrong in an apocslypse setting #and subjecting me to them in what feels like my own personal hell #anyways the highlights of tonight’s dream: #mother left to get supplies for the first time since it all started. it was horrifying because I knew she probably wouldn’t come back! #i had to reckon with the idea that this would be the rest of my life. this was the world I lived in now. #doppelgänger zombie dog came into my house! I had to witness my father kill my dog knowing we would also have to kill the other. #impulsively took out my knife and slit my leg in reflex to seeing my dog get killed. #had a moment of ‘fuck does that count as relapse’ before realizing the undead would smell my blood and come for our asses #realizing that we were doomed #my mother left and was probably going to get killed #we were running out of supplies. what would I even do when my father grew old and died too. #a dog that might or might not be our dog ni sat in our living room. we would have to kill it. #another dog that might or might not be our dog laid in a pool of blood in our garage #i was bleeding profusely and there was a chance they would come for us #we were fucked #and then i woke up on the couch and tried not to freak out #claude’s meowing