The zombies in my dream were more or less super zombies. They were faster and quicker than walkers. I was one of a group of people who’d been besieged in a multi-level, large building kind of like a huge mall (what was this, I had to wonder, Bio Zombie?). I don’t recall who all was with me other than the fact that many of the people were friends of mine from my waking life; I do know however that I was on a self-appointed mission to save some younger people – kids and teens – who were on another floor. I’d dashed down and grabbed as many as I could while fleeing the zombies, leading the way as I mentally planned our escape route. The ensuing tense, heart-pounding moments to follow all involved the descent to the first floor. Tumbling down the stairs and spying ever more zombies, we broke into a sprint to the door, which I flung open. Somewhere along the way we’d met up with some of my friends, and all of us held whatever we could find as a weapon. We felt a glimmer of hope as we dashed out into the daylight, and I’d already begun planning a path to safety.
That’s when my brain divagated to something unrelated (“and now for something completely different”).
As we darted out into a field, we were attacked.
By a zombie rabbit.
But wait, it gets better.
My friend Anjanette, who’d joined us just as we exited the mall, turned towards it and sprayed it with a can of pesticide.
And the zombie bunny melted.
Well..that was interesting.