I woke up at 5am this morning after an intense zombie chase around a lake and through a scary old house. I tend to forget my dreams after going back to sleep in the middle of the night so I decided to jot down some notes for this one. Last night’s rapid eye movements sound like part pot-induced storytelling session, part Hollywood B-list horror movie collage.

I shouldn’t have eaten those 2 scoops of ice cream before bed. Weirdest thing is, this is the second zombie apocalypse dream I’ve jotted down notes for. I wonder how many more there were that have escaped the clutches of my memory.