Really? This is getting old. This whole overly active dreaming is making me on par or more tired than when I went to bed.

Let's see.. last night was another zombie one... Running around rural areas and my old high school. The lesson taken away was in a zombie uprising... having one person with you is fine (quiet, quick on the move, etc), but collecting more people and banding together produces a slower moving herd and emotional attachments. One of those bastards in your group will kick a paint can, slam a door, or do something that will alert the zombie horde who will track your scent and hound you until you die or their legs grind down to nubs.

Maybe some sort of medication or ramped up drug abuse will give me a few nights of rest.