Dreaming My Dreams

Lately my dreams have taken on a sort of apocalyptic bend, most likely fueled by late-night potato chip and chocolate binges. Right before bed. In the latest installment, I had magic powers (recurring theme) and was charged with the task of vanquishing zombies. They had found their way into my home and I was forced to attack them with bolts of lightning shot from my hands. They began to overpower me, so I figured out how to stop time. By doing this, I could calmly walk up to each individual zombie and rip its heart out. Of course, now that I had frozen everyone I couldn't tell who was a zombie and who was not. Subsequently, I maimed a ton of innocent bystanders.

I know what you're thinking, and I promise I will NEVER eat a whole bar of chocolate 10 seconds before bedtime again.

But sometimes my dreams include people I know, most frequently those that I haven't talked to in a long time. When I wake up from these dreams, I immediately think of ways that I can contact this person. Are they in trouble? Has this been a psychic call from across the seas? Normally I answer these questions by rolling over and vowing to not eat any more of those weird ham-flavored potato chips. Nevertheless, if you get a random email from me in the next few days where I describe one of these dreams that you had the misfortune of participating in, just humor me and go with the madness.