Balls and Walnuts
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Playing too much Bioshock
I really, really want to write a post raving about Bioshock, but the words aren’t flowing tonight. They’re not flowing because I played too much Bioshock last night and had bad dreams and slept crappily*. Like:
Karen and I are trapped at one end of our house. Downstairs, there are zombies. [No zombies in Bioshock; just little girls who harvest precious Adam from fallen corpses, that’s all.] At the other end of the house are our eight-year-old daughter and our new baby girl. [No, we don’t have two daughters. It’s a DREAM.]
Harvest or rescue the Little Sister? Choices, choices . . .
I make my way through the attic until I am over the girls’ bedroom. I lower myself through the attic door, grab the baby, and pull her to safety. Then I hear the vanishing scream of my older daughter as she is dragged away by zombies.
The baby, I tuck between sheets of fiberglass insulation, where she will be safe. Safe from zombies, anyway. She’ll probably die from a horrible lung disease at age 35 from fiberglass and rat shit in her lungs, but at least she’ll live to age 35. I have another goal now: I have to find the older girl.
Creeping through the house, armed only with a wrench, I enter a darkened bedroom. Two women are asleep in the same bed. Twins. Zombie twins. But are they zombies, or are they victims of zombies? There’s only one way to find out. I stroke one woman’s cheek. It’s cold, and she does not react. I stroke the other woman’s cheek. Also cold.
Her eyes open. So do her sister’s.
“Pearl wants to meet you.”
They grab my wrists; my wrench is useless. One of them pats my stomach.
“You will make tasty carnitas. We must take you to Pearl!”
The dream ends with the knowledge that, without me to defend them, my wife and daughters are toast. And I?
I am a soft taco.
D.
*Like happily, only crappier.
You’d make one hairy carnita.
I hate those sorts of dreams. I don’t think I have them very often, although I can’t really tell because I almost never remember my dreams.
I wonder who Pearl is?
Don’t you play computer games? Pearl must be the boss monster!
that’s really freaky. I’M gonna have nightmares now! thanks. grph.