Zombies and the Underground

[errantember]

So, among other things, I had dream last night that I somehow became a zombie, and was tearfully shot by my own German grandmother whom I haven't seen or really even thought about in about 20 years. This is a bit more out-of-left-field than most of my dreams. After going through a Dream Worker phase, and because I rarely have to get out of bed on anyone else's schedule, I now have a policy of going back into any dream that ends badly and changing it to something positive instead.

I believe that there are powerful subconscious benefits to doing so. This one was a toughie, but I recalled an example of a character being redeemed from zombification in the Malazan Books of the Fallen by Steven Erikson, which I've been re-reading lately, and used that as a seed idea to revive myself from undeadhood. I suspect this may have something to do with actually enjoying my job for about thirty minutes yesterday.

I also had a dream of being in a burn-event like environment where the community had sub-divided the large, subterranean warehouse into two parts, a positively aspected part, and a negatively aspected part. I suspect this may have something to do with my plans to bring my hexayurt and a yet-to-be-constructed collapsible competitor to Decompression next weekend.