I dream of Zombies!

I should seriously write a script for a movie. I only say this because I have the absolute best zombie dreams. I have them all the time too. This last one was probably one of the best I've had. Que the dream sequence:

Run. Faster. I don't know why. I must run faster. Wait! What is going on? I stop and look around. I hear screaming far away. Something isn't right. What am I waiting for? There is something coming my way. I can barely make it out. I've seen this before. It looks human, only it's running like an animal after its prey. That's when the recollection hits. Zombie.

I'm running again. This time I understand why. I round a large building and somehow end up inside. I realize that I'm in a large room that in some way looks like a gymnasium. I turn back to the double doors and think, "This where I make my stand." I wait for an eternity. Then I hear the screaming and the zombie rounds the corner and enters the large room. Its clearly a male and half of his face is missing, but that's not what worried me. It was the bloody spear he was carrying. I only half realized what I was doing when I clashed with the zombie. Kicking the spear from his grip and then sliding through his legs I caught the spear before it hit the floor. I whipped it around taking the zombie off his feet. He flew a few feet and crumpled on the hard wooden floor. As he squirmed and writhed on the floor I could make out the sound of running foot steps coming from behind me.

I turn just in time to bring the spear up and skewer the next zombie. As I pulled the spear out and watch the zombie fall to the ground more foot steps could be heard. I remember the first zombie and turn to see him getting to his feet. I feel the anger start inside me. I feed off this like a fire would with gasoline. Building the anger for the deaths of all these people. I want to understand how or why this is all happening. I begin to rage. I use it to impale the zombie and the proceed to use a form of kung fu. Striking at the points of his body that I know will bring about his final death.

As I run from the gymnasium, I see someone I know. Running with inhuman like speed I catch her. It's my wife. Relief floods my body. That rage I felt begins to dissipate. I tell her I love her and we need to go, but she says she cant. I don't understand. Why is this happening? I tug her after me. I say to her we must flee. I cannot fight them all. It seems as though this is going to be as it may. I can hear them again. The screaming is so intense. It's like a jet engine revving up as it gets ready for take-off. I turn to her and plead with her. She gives in. Only I know that it's to late. I turn back to the street. I tell her that I love her again and that my heart goes with her. I motion for her to run. She stays and I can see the sadness in her eyes. Run! I yell. Get away! I will fend them off for you. She kisses me fully on the lips. My heart burns for her. She turns and sprints away.

I can hear them closer now. The drumming of their feet is rhythmic. It is like rain beating the a tin roof in early spring. I can feel it now. The anger. It's returning. I can see them. The screaming and their feet bouncing off the walls of the buildings around me. It is an unearthly noise. It keeps building and building till it crescendos. I begin to run at them knowing this is it. This is the final hour of my life. The thoughts of my wife and our life together start to flash before me. I take it all in. I take a deep breath. I clear my mind. I will need to be focused if I am to give her a chance to live. That's when I hear it. Its not loud but its just enough to be heard over the zombies and over my thoughts. I can just make it out. Its sounds like singing. I'm closer to the zombies. What is that sound?! I'm confused. Nothing that beautiful should be alive in this waste. I fight to control my thoughts again, but its getting louder. I want to scream myself. Scream to the world to shut up! The zombies are only a few feet away. I crash into the wave and begin to hew them down. I still hear the singing. Wait. Those are birds chirping......

I wake up and reach for my iPhone. Dang it. I love Zombie dreams. They are so intense. Maybe next time will be better. Maybe. For now though I'm pretty content with my dreams.

As is becoming a tradition of me making something gluten free for dinner. I will leave you with a pretty good gluten free pizza.

Ingredients:

2 cups tapioca flour/starch
1 cup sorghum flour
1/2 cup brown rice flour
1/2 cup GF millet flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons xanthan gum
1 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons  light brown sugar
1 1/4 cup warm water (between 110 - 115ºF)
1 teaspoon light brown sugar
1 packet (1/4 ounce) active dry yeast
1/4 cup good olive oil
1/4 cup beaten egg
1/4 teaspoon rice vinegar


Instructions:

Proof the yeast in 1 cup warm water with a pinch of sugar.  

Grease a baking sheet or a couple of pizza pans. 

In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the flours and dry ingredients. 

Add the proofed yeast to the dry ingredients. Add the oil, eggs and vinegar.

Beat the dough until smooth and sticky. The pizza dough should be creamy smooth and not too thick- it's not sturdy like typical bread dough. It almost borders on batter.

If you have a mixer do the same process, but use the paddle on low for about 90 seconds or until the dough comes away from the sides of the bowl.  

Pull the dough and knead about 6 times. 

Proof the dough for about 20 minutes in a warm place.  

Place dough on a floured counter and roll it out to desired shape.

Preheat the oven to 400ºF. 

Brush the pizza  with extra virgin olive oil. Season with salt and fresh garlic. Sprinkle with Italian herbs.  

Bake for 10 minutes.

Pull the pizza crust out and then top with cheese and vegetables or meat. 

Place back in the oven and bake for 10 more minutes or until the crust is crisp.