I have two kinds of zombies dreams. One in which I can fly, but am indoors, in a room packed with them. I desperately cling to the ceiling just above grabbing fingers while I search for a way out.
In the other one, the atmosphere is like treacle for me. Running is prohibitively exhausting as I try to move my goddamn limbs, and I can barely move faster than the horde. In those dreams I always wake up feeling like I've run a marathon.
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