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Watching WWZ made me remember this dream I had about zombies that made me realize on a what a good person I am even on the subconscious level. Yes, I do say this myself but humility and compassion are not necessarily symbiotic.

Anywayzers.

It was a seriously vivid dream. The emotions I felt were distinct and intense and true. It started off with me right after I got infected by a zombie. I could feel myself losing control. In that transitional stage I managed to drunkenly drag myself to a female toilet, the whole time thinking: Please don’t let anyone come in, please don’t let anyone come in.

It was really scary, the transformation – it was like having my brain taken over gradually, knowing I’ll no longer be myself and that I’ll do things that I fear. Then I suddenly became aware that there was a woman hiding in one of the stalls.

Thus came one of the most epic struggle between my consciousness and my most primitive, diseased instincts. God, it was such a painful battle: I spazzed around the toilet stalls alternating between mournful cries and raging hunger. And I kept screaming at the idiot lady to run away but all that came out was truly terrifying savage wails.

And then at last she tried to escape and I couldn’t help but chase after her, and right when we were outside and I was about to attack her, that infinitesimal human part of me that remained forced myself to lunge over the railing, effectively committing zombie suicide.

The moments before dying I remember being happy because a) I died (at least a little bit) human and b) I killed a zombie (the one I was becoming).