For Realsy

This is a dream I had and I dedicate it to Kissyfur Hassiotis.


the other night i dreamt that the town was being overrun with zombies, but it was like the umpteenth million time, and all the citizens were pretty annoyed at having to lose another weekend to the drudgery of zombie slaying. we were all in a warehouse looking over guns and ammo. it wasn't a big deal-all the free arms. frankly, we'd rather pay for them if it meant a normal weekend. the older folks were telling young'uns to aim for the head and not get too close. the mayor gave a psa asking in the case of zombie bite that victims do themselves in so that this doesn't have to get dragged out and maybe we could salvage our sunday. so after gathering our arms and massing on the street we waited while the zombie hords crested the avenue. it took forever, because zombies take forever. when we saw them we collectively sighed and rolled our eyes, then opened fire. when it was over, and without incident, i had coffee with essayist Sarah Vowell. true story; well, true story about a dream i had.