Another one of my epic zombie war aftermath dreams last night. They're not frightening per se, just disturbing. And long. Very long. If I ever write these down, I'd have a zombie novel on my hands.
I managed to have one last night with zombies or at least some sort of plague. Just as we thought things were under control, the dream cut away to a shot of someone who looked rather like House foaming at the mouth and piloting a small plane into a jet, which then fell in flames towards the Rogers Centre (it missed). They key to the cure somehow involved shaving cream, which I failed to apply correctly.
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Date: 2009-01-26 05:27 pm (UTC)