my head is mean to me sometimes.

zombies really freak me way out. really really. i just had a dream that involved the following: lots of zombies, rollercoasters, nuclear weapons, both people and zombies being impaled, bioterrorism, really horribly filthy public restrooms, and falling from great heights. It is as though my brain just decided...fuck the coherant plot. Let's start with what she saw on Shaun on the Dead, take away the funny, and than add in whatever she's scared of - just willy-nilly, it doesnt need to make sense. Oh, and when I was RUNNING from the ZOMBIES to the safety of the basement where we would be for days/weeks/months/years??? Yeah, I forgot my ciggarettes.