Urgh. Dreams.
Well, I think last night was officially my worst sleep in a long time.
I spent what felt like a very large portion of the night tossing and turning to zombie apocalypse dreams. I remember seeing my clock in the 2-3 am range, but it felt like this stretched beyond that on both sides. And it wasn't even the "oh, the horde of zombies is coming" sort of thing. No, this was the tense, anxious, weary "I've met other survivors, but don't know if I can trust them or should shoot them" and "if we go to sleep in this abandoned building, will we wake up to zombies busting in the doors" type of deeply disturbing survival where nothing is safe or taken for granted. And I don't have any idea where this came from. I haven't even been watching the Walking Dead in months
At some point, I did manage to slip into a more restful sleep, dreaming instead about being some sort of co-host on Restaurant Impossible. Heh. At least that's something I've watched recently, so that made a little bit of sense.
Blar.
I spent what felt like a very large portion of the night tossing and turning to zombie apocalypse dreams. I remember seeing my clock in the 2-3 am range, but it felt like this stretched beyond that on both sides. And it wasn't even the "oh, the horde of zombies is coming" sort of thing. No, this was the tense, anxious, weary "I've met other survivors, but don't know if I can trust them or should shoot them" and "if we go to sleep in this abandoned building, will we wake up to zombies busting in the doors" type of deeply disturbing survival where nothing is safe or taken for granted. And I don't have any idea where this came from. I haven't even been watching the Walking Dead in months
At some point, I did manage to slip into a more restful sleep, dreaming instead about being some sort of co-host on Restaurant Impossible. Heh. At least that's something I've watched recently, so that made a little bit of sense.
Blar.
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