Killing a lot of people, many of whom I knew, because they were all turning into zombies. That's what I dreamt the other night. This morning I woke up at 6 something, and I can't help but wonder if this was because I had reached a particularly interesting point in my spree? If only I remembered more of my dreams for long enough to tell people about them. Like the one I had about a friend cuddling Marc Ellis's baby.
Funnily enough all my dreams seem to be horrors.
About Me
- M
- Terminally bored and boring librarian just trying to make my way in the world as best I know how. I have many schemes and ideas but lack an army of minions to execute them. I'm a joiner and a quitter, and I watch far too much C4. What more is there to know?
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