My imagination tends to run wild. My thoughts come to life. Have you ever had a moment when you were staring off at nothing in particular and have something catch your eye? At that moment you think, what would I do if zombies start to crawl over that hill? No?
Damn. I do. I could be driving down the road, see a perfect hill then start to image zombies coming over the top and pour down the slope. Most of the time I’m in the middle of singing to myself.
“Zombies? What would I do if zombies were crawling down that hill?”
Do do do do, dodo dodo.
“I would turn left here. Avoid populated areas on my way home. Then I would grab my bat.”
Dodo dodo Do. Of course I bob my head along to my singing.
“Since, I am on the second floor, I could just barricade my apartment door and be perfectly safe.”
Dodo Nanana na…
“Missed my exit…”
There was another time I was shopping in a large retail store while a nasty storm was hitting the area. When the lights went off I froze. Zombies? Zombies… Quickly I would form my plan of escape.
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Step 1. Get out of the kid department. Kids draw too much attention.
Step 2. Grab equipment on the way to finding a side exit. A backpack perhaps, maybe a good pair of boots. A knife from the kitchen department would be perfect.
Step 3. Are they slow stupid zombies? Or something like the zombies from the movie World War Z. I could be pretty fucked if they were the second option.
Step 4. Get to your car. This could be diffi-
And the lights came back on. My imagination halts and I carry on shopping as if everything were perfectly normal.
A stunning sunset blooms across the sky. Normal people would generally think, “Oh that is so beautiful!” I think of aliens. Most of the time those thoughts lead to how the Earth would be quickly taken over by their superior technology. Their large ships would descend upon Chicago in the distance. Not so glad I live so close to the city... Perhaps somehow the Doctor would randomly show up and save us.
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Have you ever laid eyes on an odd plant when on a hike and suddenly it springs to life? It abruptly grows and glows. It creaks and roots escape the land as it comes after you.
Yeah. Umm me either.
Out with your friends, and while eating lunch, you people watch. Finding yourself blurting out, “I wonder if I could have (character one) have that conversation with (character two). It would work great into the plot…” and start to take notes. Better yet, be writing in the school library and mumbling a conversation between yourself and your character? You’re upset because your character just won’t do what you want and you really need that plot point.
It happens to the best of us.
When you are alone at night and a weird noise freaks you out, how do I react? I scream and hall ass into my bed. For some reason the evil entity that is creeping up behind me would never dare to approach me in my bed, which is sacred ground. And I grab my bat. My bat is this magical item created for one purpose. To beat monsters. There may or may not have been attempts with Harry Potter spells at one point.
Yes. I know I am not six years old.
Anyone else with an overactive imagination come across having those types of conversations with friends and family? Only to receive awkward silences, stares of concern with the question, “Are you ok?”
Yeah, me too…
Ah, having a conversation with myself again. Shit.
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