this is the beginning of the end.

last night i had a dream.

it was so real.

when it started, 

i was in an apartment with kids i didn't know.

when i say kids, i mean kids.

like junior high age.

they kept showing up.

my house was a safe house.

outside was dangerous.

outside was bad.

no one said anything, 

but i knew that outside my four walls,

the zombie apocalypse was beginning. 

there were suddenly reporters

wanting to take pictures and interview us

because apparently my safe house was a "hot story"

and people were still reading newspapers.

yeah...right...not if an apocalypse is looming..

the kids spoke to the reporters

through my front window.

i stayed back, preparing.

all i can remember packing 

were clothes, my iphone, and water bottle. 

i looked out the back window 

to guess how big of  a jump it would be.

there were people everywhere.

they were all staring up to my apartment window.

i had no idea why everyone was so interested in us,

 but i knew they wanted us

and i knew if they got hold of us,

we'd be doomed.

at one point, i remember frantically searching 

for the phone charger and robitussin i hid earlier

"just in case."

i was determined to find that robitussin.

i couldn't leave without it.

suddenly, we were in my childhood home.

my mom was there, 

telling me to forgot about the robitussin

and pleading with me to be safe. 

i told the kids to wait until i called them.

i was going to ride my bike

until i found somewhere safe. 

the reporters were still there.

they wanted to come in.

something was about to happen.

i could feel it in my heart.

something big.

something that would change the world forever.

and then i woke up.

i woke up and it still felt real.

when i left my apartment i was carrying

my laundry basket, overnight bag, backpack, and purse.

all i could think was,

"how am i going to be able to protect myself

when the zombies come at me out there?"

this is not a joke.

my heart sped up as i waited for the elevator.

i made sure it was empty before stepping in.

my heart nearly stopped when the elevator

reached the parking garage.

what if they were waiting for me because they could hear

the beeps from the elevator?

how was i going to fight them?

how was i going to explain this to my mom?

*ping*

the doors opened.

nothing happened.

no zombies.

no reporters.

no junior high kids seeking refuge.

as i loaded my car, 

i kept looking behind my shoulder

because you never know.

it's been nearly thirty minutes since i entered reality

and my heart is still beating fast.

it was so real.

it's coming.

are you ready?