My dreams were in a complete survival-horror kick last night. One landed a group of us in a war zone, but actively being chased by bad guys. There were a few WTF moments when I woke up and reflected, but mostly due to the cast of the dream including someone as a good guy who I (and most of the regular group) clearly don’t like very much and haven’t thought about in over a year.

The second one was a little more interesting. I was staying at a house outside Denver, and there was some talk about going to the city to meet up with friends there and a short argument about waiting for it to stop raining before leaving. Eventually I was convinced to go, so we decided to sprint all the way to Denver. This wasn’t normal dream running when you’re trying to get away from the killer and it seems like your feet are barely moving; we were sprinting at the same speed as the cars were driving, but since it was a dream, the only odd thing about that was running into Chris the hippie who was bicycling down the road.

We arrive at the city of Denver, which is surrounded by debris, boards and chain link fences because, wouldn’t you know it, the city’s fallen victim to a zombie plague. Somehow, nobody was surprised; I think we had a feeling that might happen. We decide to fight our way in to rescue my friend Bridgette (who lives there for real, so finally something’s correlating with reality), and as I’m thinking I need to call Greg who’d really get a kick of the upcoming zombie massacre, I see the cause of the zombie plague, who unfortunately wasn’t compensated for in my zombie plan.

Ed Begley Jr.

He was shooting people with worms out of a blowgun, and that was somehow turning them into zombies. I had just turned a corner through the chain link fence when he called my name and shot me dead-center in the chest. Luckily, worms don’t have the structural integrity of bullets and didn’t make skin contact, so I was able to knock it away before joining the legions of the undead. As two people tried to tackle Ed, he was shooting his worms everywhere, and suddenly I woke up.

The funny thing is, with Ed Begley Jr., I know his name, but can’t name a damn thing he’s been in. I guess that means I’m either cured, or it’s time to go home. Only time will tell.