My Zombie Dream I had a weird dream in October of twenty hundred, wherein I was watching a play; and in this play were two fellows acting short skits and singing songs. Then I realized that I was one of them. So we were doing some little plays and puppet shows, like a circus sideshow or vaudeville thing, and I was reading my lines out of a container of cool whip, but I got one of my lines wrong and completely hackneyed the play. But it was ok, because we "improvised". Later we were hanging out with some female fans from the audience. The other actor died, and I was trying to comfort the ladies, because they were upset, and horrified; perhaps because the man died in front of them. Alas, I didn't seem to be of much help. That's when I realized that I too, was dead. So we both lurked around being invisible and ghostly, when we came upon a navy officer, looking for his dog backstage. He was holding the ghost of the dog in his hand but didn't see it. I had to write on my hand with a glitter pen so he could read that his dog was ok, and when he saw that, the dog became visible and returned to life. We went back to the stage, and noticed that the ladies were now dead as well. But they came back to life too, because we never really alive, we were just zombies, who died every night and got up the next day. it was at this time that I noticed that the whole time, we were made of rotting zombie flesh and I never noticed. 10 26 0