Fracking creates zombies...in my brain.

So, here is a story my brain wrote for you all today while I was taking a boredom/exhaustion nap.
Have fun with it.
I am bad with stories about things like this. Sooooo we'll see how it goes.

Alright, so I had a great three hour dream where I was living in a house back up north a little bit. Still not driving, but kind of living in a 'camp ground' like place. No trailers, just really nice, old vacation homes, and a little town like thing. I guess I worked in historical preservation because my book shelves had loads of books on old houses. So I imagine I was living there and working with a restoring company. Anyway...I am assuming this was a "set in the future" dream.

So in the middle of the night I get a call from the property manager who is this really nice lady named Linda or Kathy or something. She wants me to come with her and her husband to a fancy restaurant that is open all night (because that is common, in my dream). She says, "It isn't far, the only thing is that we'll have to drive through Youngstown." Well...if someone were to say that to me today I would flip out and get defensive about Youngstown, but in my dream I don't bat an eye. I even feel hesitant, oddly, but agree.

So we drive. As we're driving we hit empty stretches of high way, big stretches of road missing. Things falling apart and in disrepair. Random hobos. In the dream, my dream self isn't taken aback from any of this.

We hit Youngstown. Green gas is coming up from holes in the ground. Walking Bridges are built far above the skyline and the stilts keeping them up are in the middle of the free way. People live in the top top, tops of the old buildings because you can't live on the ground. They've even built them up higher since 2012.

Neon yellow ooze is pooling on where the grass used to be on federal plaza. There is a police force in black hazmat style suits seriously killing and tazing with super high power tasers...fucking CRAZED MOTHER FUCKING ZOMBIES.

EVERYWHERE.

Zombies!

At this point both my dream self and my real self are literally flipping our shit. Zombies bleeding green ooze are running at the car. Trying to pull the handle and get tazed and pulled back. Kathy/Linda's husband is a hazmat police guy and he's telling me about the job. I am mildly interested but mostly freaked the fuck out by everything.

I gather from the conversation that the zombification is caused by a primordial gas/ooze that was released during fracking. No shit, fracking. This gas/ooze is only up in the upper belt of land in the United States/Canada because they fracked more south and nothing happened. In fact the zombies don't go too far south because the heat kills them. Dries them out. Like raisins. He's saying if it wasn't for the pay he'd uproot his whole family right now and move to Texas. But all the jobs are here. In fact all the civil protection jobs are basically closed in the south, they're all up here now. It is such a quick turn over job because you don't know if you're immune to the gas until you breathe it in. Most people die their first week on the job. But your family gets a free house in the 'campgrounds' like the one I am working at.

He says, "There ain't nothing else I know how to do now, except kick the shit out of the oozers."

Kathy says, "You know Megan, Chris [her husband], has a real nice coworker...single...I think you two should meet sometime. We'd like to keep you around."

The answer is a no, I'm happy single in my dream, afraid to meet someone who might just die in a horrible way like that. Plus, I tell her, I'm going south when this job is done. I tell her that is where my family went.

We end up at a fancy Italian like restaurant. All the water is stocked from water from lakes and rivers in the southern states. The water literally has a state flag stamped on it from where it came from. It is all bottled because you can't trust ground water anymore.

When I step in... someone calls my name. I don't know them outside of the dream. But in my dream they're someone I haven't seen forever. They're talking to a waitress and paying a bill. It is this guy who I am mildly attracted to, (ex boyfriend? boyfriend that never was?) we hug and he tells me he's working on this police force in Youngstown. But, he almost whispers it, he wants to get away. I tell him about what I am doing. About how I lost my passion for these old houses and how I just want to get out of Ohio. And go...make a home somewhere safe. I feel myself shaking from the drive in the dream. Apparently it is rare for me to go through Youngstown. I get emotional about how it used to be.

He tells me he'll wait for me to eat with everyone if I want to run off with him. He tells me he is leaving tonight. I tell him I don't have anything with me, plus I am worried about my job/coworkers. He smiles, and hugs me again, and continues to pay his bill and leaves. I sit and eat...regretting my decision to stay.

As we're leaving the waitress hands me a bill with the words "Meet me at I-70." So you know what I do? I fucking walk there. I have Kathy/Linda and Chris drive me as close as they can get and out of Youngstown. And I walk there.

Which is an adventure, let me tell you. I run into a bunch of crazy hobos who are living under crumbled ramps and such. Finally, I see this kid, waiting by the I-70 sign next to a relief bus (old school bus), we jump on this bus and drive.

What?!?!
I don't even know.

That was my dream.