Zombies v. Ewoks
I fell like death hungover this morning. I had weird ass dreams all last night. First, there were zombies. I was in a car with supplies, my cats who kept trying to escape, and a friend, and we were trying to make it out of the city before the zombies got us. And we kept having to catch the cats when they got out of the car. And trying to find gas stations to refuel.
Then I woke up, and when I went back to sleep it was mostly the same dream but without the zombies. It had morphed into something like the Day After Tomorrow sans snow. So instead of trying to escape while avoiding zombies, we were trying to avoid the people who would kill us for the car and supplies.
I dunno, the dreams make me anxious and tense and sleeping like a pretzel has given me a raging headache, but they didn't have me freaked out like when the werewolf Ewoks with bow and arrows were trying to get me. That nightmare plagued me for years. Ewoks are not as nice as they'd have you believe, people.
Then I woke up, and when I went back to sleep it was mostly the same dream but without the zombies. It had morphed into something like the Day After Tomorrow sans snow. So instead of trying to escape while avoiding zombies, we were trying to avoid the people who would kill us for the car and supplies.
I dunno, the dreams make me anxious and tense and sleeping like a pretzel has given me a raging headache, but they didn't have me freaked out like when the werewolf Ewoks with bow and arrows were trying to get me. That nightmare plagued me for years. Ewoks are not as nice as they'd have you believe, people.