A Benadryl-free dream
Ok, so I had a dream where we were all staying in this big house, but I'm not sure where or why; we were just there. Either way, Sara and Csilla decided they were going to rent corpse dates from something similar to an escort service, except the escorts were... dead. You two knew the dates were going to be dead, but just thought it would be interesting to try it out. So, the two guys came up on the porch and rang the bell, looking like well-dressed, probably-pretty-cute-when-they-were-alive zombies. They weren't bloody zombies or anything, they just kind of walked a little funny and there was something weird about their eyes... maybe they were just sockets with no eyes. I didn't look that hard. Anyway, Csilla, you ran upstairs when you saw them because you were going to be sick. Sara, you just wouldn't let us let them in and stayed in the living room peeking out the windows and giggling at them. They were very nice and stayed on the porch until 3:15 (the date was scheduled for 3 in the afternoon), then left.