I've been having very odd dreams recently, mainly either to do with the shed and/or zombie movies. It seems a common trait for a dream to start out all zombie like, then move into something entirely different.
A recent unzombie-esque dream had to do with a narcotic that was produced from a genetically enginered (Oh, excuse me, GM) red rat of sorts. It had a very vivid taste for a dream. Like, erm, if you drunk a mixture of melted metal, coriander and vomit.
Very odd indeed.
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