On dreams
Usually - I'd even say almost all the time - the dreams that I remember don't make sense. Last night, however, I dreamed a zombie movie and it actually made quite a lot of sense. Well, as much as any zombie movie anyway.
There was this guy who woke up and everyone around him was behaving strangely. Queue a zombiecalypse where people are turning into zombies and the guy is trying to run away. During his flight, the guy discover clues that this is not the first day it has happened but it's reoccurring over and over again. He has left himself clues that someone else seems not to become a mindless zombie. He's finally able to send a message out just before his end comes and we see a spaceship in orbit of a planet, completely empty safe for a shadowed zombie in the hold.
I did say it made as much sense as your usual zombie movie... just not much more.
There was this guy who woke up and everyone around him was behaving strangely. Queue a zombiecalypse where people are turning into zombies and the guy is trying to run away. During his flight, the guy discover clues that this is not the first day it has happened but it's reoccurring over and over again. He has left himself clues that someone else seems not to become a mindless zombie. He's finally able to send a message out just before his end comes and we see a spaceship in orbit of a planet, completely empty safe for a shadowed zombie in the hold.
I did say it made as much sense as your usual zombie movie... just not much more.