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.