Last night I had my first zombie dream, complete with typical zombie gore and zombie shenanigans. It was terrifying. I spent the entire dream trying to escape the zombies, who were all in a very bad way, and at one point, while driving, I managed to bunny hop my car to avoid hitting a few who were crawling across the road. In retrospect, I’m not sure how this maneuver was possible--if my car ever left the ground, upon touching down, it would break in two, but in this dream it kept on going, like the General Lee--but I am even more puzzled as to why I didn’t just run them down. Zombies are bad, and even if they were good zombies, you’d still want to eliminate them and put them out of their misery. My compassion will have to remain a mystery, as the dream ended before I was able to figure it out. Fortunately however, I was not caught and zombiefied, which was a relief.
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