Melle of the Dead.

This morning the dream that that alarm woke me out of was a zombie movie. (Andrew would be so proud.) It mostly took place in and around my aunt and uncle’s house in St. Jacobs, and involved my brother and my cousin and one of my brother’s friends (that I can remember). When I woke up we had just gotten into the car to make our escape (zombies pounding on the windows all around, natch), and had had to make the decision to leave my brother behind, because he’d been attacked and bitten multiple times saving my cousin.

If I’m going to dream B movies, can’t I at least have a plot twist or something? Some ninjas, maybe? So derivative…

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