Dream XC

There had been a worldwide breakout of zombies. I and a few others had managed to get aboard a gigantic luxury liner, the size of a small city, and by cleverly baiting and leading the zombies on board down various corridors, we had managed to seal them off from most of the ship. I was in one of the large swimming pools, and I swam up to one set of doors and opened it. Beyond were a huge number of zombies, so I took a roll of packing tape and quickly spun it around the door handles, trapping them.

So, we sailed in relative safety and soon managed to acquire massive and luxurious quarters for ourselves. It kind of worried me, to be honest, so I spent a lot of time wandering the ship, wondering where the zombies had all disappeared to. I then found them--they were in the ship's recycling bin, which was hundreds of feet deep. I could hear them moaning below, including the roar of one of the forty-foot tall zombies.

Later in our travels, we met up with Lou Reed. He had been one of our number, but he and a few others had split off from our group and gone his own way. Now that the zombies were where they could seemingly do us no harm, I asked him what the next threat would be. "Plutonium zombies," he replied.

Puzzled, I questioned him on this, but he appeared agitated and I realized he had not meant to tell me what he had, so I decided not to press him further.

I suspected he wanted to free the zombies, so I confided in the captain about my suspicion, but Lou left the boat before he could do anything, and settled in with a group of other survivors who had taken over a resort-like house on the top of a small, rocky hill in the grasslands. The house was equipped with many technological and luxurious wonders.

Back on board the ship, I went to the cafeteria. The choice was between chicken and steak, but before I could get any food, an obnoxious woman complained about how much fuel we were using in our travels and how wasteful it all was. "As opposed to being killed by zombies," I muttered and left the cafeteria. I went to one part of the ship which had some park-like aspects. A child asked me how he could get a kitten to move away from a desk that was atop a small ridge. I approached the kitten, but it safely leapt to the bottom of the ledge. I pointed out to the child that the kitten was in no danger.

Because I'd missed lunch, Ken Begg of Jabootu fame offered me the chance to see some zombie movies. He had a long HDMI cable which he needed run to the projector, which was down in a narrow fissure of rock. I pushed one end of the cable through the top of the fissure. It got snagged a couple of times but eventually went through.

I then took another cable, a fibre-optics one, down through a mine to the operator's booth for the projector. It was an easy walk though well-lit tunnels. I noticed that there were even bathrooms down here, and that they were marked with zombie symbols for Men and Women. One was a zombie torso, the other was the same but missing a limb. I thought it was clever but wondered how they were supposed to represent men and women.

I reached the bottom of the slit where the HDMI cable had been threaded. It was a very narrow opening and I realized that I would not be able to push the cable up from where I was, as the opening was too narrow. But a voice came from the projection booth and a man who looked like Bob Dylan leaned over so I could see him. I tossed him the cable, and wondered how he had managed to get in there. He told me there was another corridor that allowed easy passage.