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I said I got a visit from the DZW (Dead Zombie Wife). I am sure this was a dream. It had to be. I mean I really don’t believe the dead zombie wife escaped last night just to torment me. Maybe she did. If so, then the wall would have been torn down. So I’ll say it was a dream. A pretty scary one in fact. And if it wasn’t a dream, this DZW can really patch up a hole.

I was laying in bed, trying to sleep. I saw some spark of light flash around me. It was like a mini explosion. I jerked around and viewed my surroundings. Good. It was nothing. Just my imagination. I closed my eyes once more and tried my best to sleep. Lying there, I heard a loud noise. Like something crashed in my place. “Oh, it was just Carlos. Nothing to worry about.”

Why is it when I am trying to sleep, everything seems to happen? The noises continued. I could hear movement. Somebody or something is coming.  But who? Is it a robber? A friend? The ghost of human kindness? Or is it, gasp! Dead Zombie Wife!? This is not good. Stay calm. I just have to stay calm. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. It was like those dreams where you can’t run but if you do, it’s like in slow motion. My body weighed a ton and I just couldn’t get myself to move. I was in trouble. I was trembling. Then I heard the worst noise anyone could hear. The doorknob was turning. Someone was coming in my bedroom.

I started breathing heavy. I felt an anxiety attack coming on. My heart was racing, I was taking deep, heavy breaths, and I began to sweat. The floor creaked. Whatever just entered my room, was walking towards me. The room was growing cold. I felt a breeze of cold air on the back of my neck. I shivered. My eyes were glued shut. I will not turn around. “Don’t turn around, Kirk. Don’t look.” My imagination was running wild. I have to look.

“Kirk…”

I jerked up and spun around. Nothing. There was nothing there but darkness. Was I just dreaming? My heart was still racing. I repositioned myself and faced the other wall. I caught a glimpse of the door. It was slightly ajar. You’d think that would be normal but it isn’t. I always shut every door before I go to bed. Maybe I left it opened. Maybe I didn’t close it all the way. Like the Scooby Gang, I went to investigate. Front door is closed. Nothing odd here. The blue pulsating light from my router is my only source of light. I see what I think are crumbs on the floor. Big crumbs. Maybe a little more light. I turn on the floor lamp and that’s when I see it. The gaping hole in the wall. The wall is stained red. There are two bloody hand prints on the wall. The whole hand wasn’t there, just a few fingers. It was like something crawled out of the wall and used the wall as leverage to get out.  I don’t know why I did, but being a dream, I must be a little more braver than I am in real life. I walk up to the wall and look inside it. Nothing there. Just cobwebs, dust, and a odor that I can only explain as death. I don’t even know what death smells like but I’ll tell you. Avon is not carrying that fragrance.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake up. But I just couldn’t. My mouth hung open, gawking almost. No sound was coming out. I heard my thoughts clearly. I was yelling to myself to, wake up! wake up! but nothing would let me escape this nightmare. The refrigerator kicked on and the empty rum bottles were clanging together. It’s like my own personal wind chime inside. It startled me a bit but not to much.

Maybe I’ll get a glass of water to relax. I stood at the bathroom door and turned the knob. The facet was on. Darn it! Did I leave in on again? I turned it off and took a seat on the toilet to calm myself. The odor from the living room was even more intense in here. It was nauseating. I could hear laughing from behind my shower curtain. It wasn’t a loud laugh. It was faint, almost child like in nature. Whatever was behind that sheet of cloth, I didn’t want to see it. I sat up and crept backwards towards the door. The laughing stopped. Now it started calling my name again.

“Why Kirk? Why won’t you let me out?”

I was pressed against the door when I saw a hand grab a hold of the shower curtain. The bathroom went dark. It swung open and I saw her. The Dead Zombie Wife escaped from the wall and was after me. I screamed. This time I could. I screamed bloody murder and the door unlocked and opened on me. It’s odd cause the door doesn’t open out. It opens in.  I fell backwards. She stepped out slowly. She had black and grayish hair and was decayed enough to only resemble a skeleton. I remember seeing a silver scorpion broach pinned to her. It was a black scorpion with green eyes, possibly emeralds?

I was crouched down, my back against my linen closet. She walked closer towards me then instantly, she was face to face with me. I sat there and screamed over and over, “get out! get out!” She wailed like a banshee, then put her middle finger to her mouth and shushed me.

I don’t really take dreams and interpret  them but this little trinket stood out for me. Could it mean something? Why was it that in the darken bathroom, this is one thing that seemed to be visible? According to this site, http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamthemes/bugs.htm, the scorpion means:

To see a scorpion in your dream, represents a situation in your waking life which may have been painful or hurtful.  It is also indicative of destructive feelings, “stinging” remarks, bitter words and/or negative thoughts being expressed by or aimed against you.  Your dream forewarns of a self-destructive and self-defeating path. The scorpion is also a symbol of death and rebirth. You need to get rid of the old and make room for something new. Alternatively, the scorpion may also represent a person who is born under the astrological sign for Scorpio.

To see scorpions floating in water, suggests that you need to let go of some pain and learn to accept the situation.  You may be going through the three-step process of denial, acceptance, and finally moving on.

The same site says Emeralds mean the following:

To see an emerald in your dream, represents strength, longevity, immortality, faithfulness, durability, and fertility. You may be entering the healing stages of some situation.

I woke up. I was back in my room. It was all a dream. This only leads me to believe that the Dead Zombie Wife is real. She’ll get me. Someone call the Ghostbusters or the Ghost Whisperer. Get this thing out of my apartment. Could she be real? Could Claudia really be living in my walls? If so, I need to move.