My brain at 'rest' is a curious thing...

[a_fallen_sister]

Last night I dreamed about a zombie apocalypse, only the apocalypse part was pretty much just scary extreme climatological disaster and the zombies were just as fucked as the rest of us. I was in a hotel conference room, several stories high, looking out floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a nice old dead lady (with a half-decayed face) who was just as scared shitless as I was by the sight of about ten HUGE, swirling black tornadoes in a smoky, red sky coming right for us. All around us, people and zombies alike were running and screaming and trying to get away. Also, my husband's grandmother who recently died was there and she was pregnant. I kept thinking, 'Aren't you a little too old (and dead) to be having a baby?'

Where are Jung and Freud when you need them? Which reminds me... I can not WAIT for this movie: A Dangerous Method. Viggo!