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Lord knows why I have so many zombie dreams.

Last night's was CRAZY!

The setting was that the zombie apocalypse had already begun and we were getting used to living in it.

The dream started as being indoors but I wasn't sure where. (Near the end I was in a large, semi-creepy house so it might have been there.) I was in a panic, trying to arm myself as I was going somewhere, and I had a razor and a pencil in my pocket. On a few occasions, a very lethargic zombie would jog past. I did this thing to kill them where I would stab the pencil or pen (at this point I had a lot of pencils and pens on me) through their heads, somehow through the forehead. (The eye would make more sense.) I could distinctly feel the pen squish through their heads. It was unpleasant.

Then some of my friends got me to go outside and walk somewhere with them, saying that we could handle the amount of undead that was around outside at this point. So I RELUCTANTLY went with them, knocking off a few zombies on the way to where we were going. My friends (and a few companions who were complete strangers) were significantly more calm about the situation. My friend Jess was there and was making me feel stupid about getting so worked up over the zombies.

We got to where we were going, which turned out to be some kind of store, it looked like a K-Mart-type store with aisles of products. A couple of times we would see zombies and kill them as we were shopping. Then I saw my friend Thom, who had turned into a zombie and was wearing the white suit he wore to homecoming which, by the way, looks hideous on him. So he was for some reason just running around the store like a crazy person instead of trying to eat us, but I had to try and get rid of him anyway. Luckily, I didn't have to. Some guy showed up with a machine gun and shot him down, but then the guy with the machine gun somehow died in the act of doing this. I was actually relieved that this happened, though, because I could take the gun for my own rather than my previous weaponry.

We returned to a creepy, large house. The way we killed zombies was suddenly different. Rather than them dying when we destroyed the brain, they would somehow become human again after we destroyed the brain. I don't really understand the logic there.

Anyway, at this house my friend Anna showed up, as a zombie, and a shoved a pen through her head, thus curing her rather than killing her. It was pretty gruesome. That was the last part of the dream I remember.

Weird thing was, a few times I went out-of-body and when I saw myself in the dream, half the time I was myself and half the time I was Pete from "Private Practice."

When I woke up, I couldn't figure out if the dream was real or not and so buried myself under my covers and decided to burrow into my cave and hide from the zombies forever.