I won't let it absorb me

ZOMBIE DREAMS

(Maybe i just watched too passionately the walking dead and can't wait for 3th season but it was long ago anyway)

 It was sooo fucking scary!

 I live in two worlds. The usual shitty, in which we all live and the world is captured by zombies. several times I had a dream about the end of the world. In the world only zombies, and few, escaping, groups of people. I am one of the groups. Everywhere ruins. Panic. Fear. Attack. Battles. Traps. The chase. Death. Chaos.

 An eerie feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. I learned how to kill. Chopping the head of zombies. all the time I running away and save. I have a dagger and a sword. When I wake up I feel that I really visited the war. I do not relax during sleep. I'm always in a tone, expecting an attack. In my dream I can not sleep, all the surviving people do not sleep already for a few weeks. Around a lot of traps. I'm trying to come up with a strategy but all a failure.

 The last thing I thought that there are no more options, zombies slowly come and all the shelters and hiding places will be destroyed. There is no salvation. I think it is better to kill myself. And then I thought, maybe it's worth to try to lure all the zombies in the ocean?And then blow up the ocean. Then I woke up.

 We'll see what happens next)

P.S. Once, I even played the role a zombie.

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by lera eklera

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I love you Berry

Unbearable emptiness. Last night (30/11/11) died my best friend in the world. Red, English Cocker Spaniel Berry. He was 15 years old. He died of old age, but this is not easier. Don't know how to survive. I regret about so many things. In truth, I left so many times when he wanted to go with me and looked at the track, I have been rough sometimes ... and it was so easy to make him happy. Take a walk, hug, caress, feed, play ... He was always so happy to see me. Real friend. He does not care who I am, good, bad , successful or not. A special relationship where words are not needed. And now I sit and stroke imaginary Berry. We met when both were puppies. I 7 years old, he was 7 months old, and since then he always been with me. Always. He always felt me and I felt him. Last year or two he began to fade, almost lost his hearing, eyesight, began to lose weight. He died in my arms. And the last 2 days he couldn't get up, didn't drink didn't eat, and the worst thing about this is that you can't change it, stop it, can't help and must accept it. No one will replace him, because it was a special dog, my most nearest creature in the world, my dear friend. My friend. But even at death's door when I stroked him and spoke to him he slightly wagged his little tail, still recognizing me and even comforted with it. He loved to eat and died hungry. He just couldn't eat. Couldn't even open the mouth. I ran to him, checked every second and that's when I went to check again, I noticed that his front paws twitching, I began to touch it, stroke him and I felt each of his shudder through myself as electroshock.
 Then he stretched out, as usual dogs stretch after a nap, stretched out his legs and neck, very strongly, even opened his mouth, stood for a moment and completely relaxed. His heart was very strong, continued to beat more long, but he was already dead. What was that? He felt hurt? Or so it was supposed to be? I didn't want him to feel pain. And I don't know that now. Where is he? Where they all after death? Who knows? He feels good? Who or what he is now? I just want him to be happy and continued to live. I very badly want to meet him again. 
Berry I miss you so much. I love you forever and ever my lovely little dog, my ray of light, my best friend and much much more

Mr. Berry, beautiful wayward creature so soft and always in a good spirit.

 my dog is dying. I don't know why I write this, just kind of frustrating. He is an old, very old. 17 years. hardly standing on his feet, actually blind and deaf. and I just can't put to sleep /put to death.
yes he is suffering but I'm just have no right. only if he could ask for ... we are together since both were puppies, and I swear it's the best and faithful friend.
creature does not conscious but is able to feel even when all the physical senses surrendered. I see his hurt, he breathes heavily but I can't help. only stroke him, remind how much I love him what a good friend he is, and apologize if I was not careful enough and sometimes does not fair. Recent years, when I am began to realize that he will die soon, I began to appreciate every millisecond, I was so happy to him, and he to me.
I really do want that he turned back into a puppy or just was young and full of energy. my good old buddy, he was always with me. I didn't choose him, he didn't choose me, it just happened. and no matter what a bitch I am sometimes, and no matter how successful or loser I am, he has never left me. He always, I swear he was always with me, he was always so happy to see me.  it's so easy to make him happy. and even now, he is at death's door, but when I touch him he slightly wags his tail. My lovely little dog. Now I'll be completely alone in this hole and nothing holds me. pick up the last anchor. if you believe in reincarnation then is easier. then you might think that he finally leaving Hell that named Earth. and I'm asked him to give me a sign when he landed back home.
Yet he had fallen asleep and pain departed, and I hope and pray to meet him tomorrow and once again take a walk