Last night I dreamt I was hanging out with Matt. We were at a liquor store buying lotto tickets. I won $500 and a Scratcher, he won $700,000 from a Scratcher. We left and I drove us down the coast, headed towards Monterey. I was being reckless winding around the cliffs and I sent us over the edge, into the ocean.
This morning I dreamt I was talking zombies with Jonah Ray and Emily Gordon. She asked me my favorite Dawn of the Dead quote and I fumbled. We started watching the movie on their giant TV.
Then, I was standing in an actual zombie outbreak. Police and military forces were parading through the streets, looking for ghouls. They chained captured zombies to their giant carriages with electronic collars, which expectantly malfunctioned. The dead immediately turned on their captors, grabbing and biting and breaking free. They scattered into the town.
Next, I was standing in a prison watching undead inmates run down the aisles. They were holding guns in their rotting hands. One of the ghouls was Will Ferrell and I couldn’t figure out if this was a horror flick or a comedy.
This morning I dreamt my bosses were all coked out and having crazy withdrawals.
Last night I dreamt I was at a random reservoir in the forest with Alex. We built my old blue Ikea bed by the turn-off and snuggled under covers. We left the bed there and drove towards town to go to the store. We had to buy things to make sandwiches.