So the stress of the upcoming move (and apartment search and packing and work, etc.) has brought on the zombie dreams. In the latest twist, I wasn't being chased around an old Victorian house; I was at a university. A university oddly similar to the one that I attended.
My 15 year reunion is this October. If it is anything like my dream was, I am so not going. While it would be great to see some of my old classmates and professors, I'm not willing to brave flesh-eating zombies in order to do it.
No Gifts
2 days ago
4 comments:
Well, let me know if you do go... and I'll attempt to clear the campus of zombies well in advance. (er, provided I know what uni you're talking about.)
Perhaps your old classmates and professors ARE the zombies.
Nicole: I appreciate that, but zombies hide in magnolia trees during the day and there are a lot of magnolias on campus. It would take you forever.
Alan: Alas, my zombies are less like the "Shaun of the Dead" zombies and more like "28 Days Later" ones.
David: Truer words have never been written. Well, okay, truer words have been written, but that doesn't invalidate the truth in your words.
Ohmigawd! I have zombie dreams when I'm stressed out too! The last one was when my boss, the Chair of our department, got zombified so I hid on top of the fridge in the faculty lounge and he ran by, only to turn, see me, and LUNGE up at me!!! EEEE! We'll have to talk about the symbolism of this crap when I'm up there in NYC this May.
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