'Cause I've got the pill.
I seriously like, dreamed about god damned zombies last night. In third person. I was apparantly some sort of schlep with a camcorder, following my brother and someone who looked like, well... me, as we galavanted through a downtown Santa Rosa cut off from the world by a zombie-inspired military cordon. All sorts of people showed up in it, too. People from work, the girl I'm kind of sort of dating and her mom, etc. On top of that, I now have a burning desire to traipse about downtown seeing if all the crazy shit that the me who isn't me did could be done. Like climbing a building, or using a ladder that I'm pretty sure I've never actually seen on the side of some building. It was weird. And gritty.