I had an awful dream this morning.
Zombies.
I was trapped in a building that was vaguely institutional with a well forested hill behind it.
The zombies attacked without warning and the power went out immediately. So, it was dark and terrifying and I was trying to protect TEA from everyone, zombies and people alike. Typical to the normal zombie attack, the people were as inhumane as the living dead.
I ended up losing TEA when we had to abandon the building and I watched with horror as he was ripped apart by three of the undead.
I screamed in the dream and started running frantically.
As I was running, Michael Moore stepped out and yelled, "Cut and Print!"
But...TEA was still dead.
I woke up exhausted and terrified.
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