So last night I had a dream that I was trying to escape from a holiday that had gone badly wrong. The dead were rising up to consume the living and some people I was with and I were fighting our way through a set of warehouses and apartment blocks. Slowly but surely, we fought our way out of the predicament we found ourselves in and we managed to get on a plane back to England (I think we were in Spain to begin with). Unfortunately a guy who was slowly turning into a zombie bit another passenger and we all had to bundle out of the plane again.
Cue a running battle in the middle of the night in a city with fires raging as we struggle to contain the zombies.
Finally, a few of us managed to get back onto the plane and figure out how to get it working. We flew away, and then I woke up.
I blame The Walking Dead and The Strain for this latest weird dream!
In other news, I find myself tempted (admittedly for all the wrong reasons) to jump back into a particular aspect of the Star Trek vs Star Wars debate (the video I recently saw from a certain individual was full of so many falsehoods and misrepresentations that I nearly tapped up a response straight away).
The trouble is, these things can quickly spiral out of control. It’s probably best not to tempt fate. Which means I might end up doing so anyway.