I keep dreaming about the zombie apocalypse. And each dream so far has been a direct continuation of the previous night’s dream. 

Two things stand out most:

  1. The dreams have a strong “The Walking Dead” vibe.
  2. I’m not frightened so much as irritated. The apocalypse is a nuisance, but it won’t stop me from living my life.

The dreams are FUN, although I’ve almost died once. In the first dream, I couldn’t help wondering how zombies can so easily tear raw flesh with their teeth. I have difficulty chewing rare steak.

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