ZOMBUNNIE!
an excerpt

Suddenly I’m in some psychedelic meadow of sorts. The butterflies are about the size of post cards and the blades of grass feel more like chenille thread than actual grass. This is cool, I could live with this, I think in my dream. Of course, I know this won’t last, it’s only a matter of time before my dream takes over and then it gets all wicked and scary or even more tripped-out than this. Nothing changes at first. That’s different, usually it all changes in seconds. I’m slightly surprised at this, but it’s okay. I like to have slightly psychedelic dreams every now and then to balance out the freaky ones in which I am a Toaster Avenger who avenges all of the pieces of toast that were burnt in the toaster or smothered with peanut butter (you know, the smell of peanut butter on hot toast is enough to make me hurl). Almost every dream I have is in color, too, which enhances my pleasure of being such an avenger. Though, it seems like my dream like to have mood lighting based on the content of the dream. It’s quite strange, but I’ve learned to live with it. Besides, I have for the past twenty years, who says I can’t do it longer?

Anyway, back in Psychedelic Meadow of Strangely Enlarged Butterflies, I’m skipping around in the grass and kicking it up. The blades are turning into bubbles mid-air. Now, that’s amusing. I love bubbles. They make me happy. No, really, if I’m in a bad mood and you hand me a bottle of bubbles or start blowing some around me, my mood will instantly lighten and I’ll forget why I was in a bad mood (okay, maybe that’s an over-statement, but I will at least smile for a while…until I mercilessly kill all the spheres of rainbows).

Suddenly I hear drumming. It’s very faint as if it’s far off, but it’s getting clearer. It’s coming closer. I’m thinking that now my nice, happy dream is about to be ruined by some nasty monster when I see on the horizon (the sun is pink?) a tie-dye bunny beating a drum. Great, a Reggae Energizer Bunny is implanting itself in my head. Just what I need to add to my dream, though I suppose it could be worse, right?

The bunny comes right up to me and I realize that it really is a Reggae bunny. It even has the hat with fake dreadlocks in it. “Could my mind get any stranger?” I say gapping at the bunny. The rabbit begins to circle around me, slowing beating the drum, almost as if he’s beginning a chant.