gah
So I thought yesterday's dreams-heart getting stomped on and turned into heart paste dreams- were bad dreams. I called them nightmares. However, last night I had real nightmares, in which ZOMBIES were trying to EAT me. I was forced to wake myself up. They had taken over everything, I was waiting for the subway, Johanna was in the dream at some point, in my strange dream NYC that never makes any sense. Probably the zombies were a Voltaire thing, but really? Getting your flesh torn off is worse than getting your heart torn out. Yikes.