It just occurred to me, maybe you dream of zombies because of the company you keep. Obviously, a werewolf wants to eat human flesh. Equally obviously, it is unethical to eat people. The readily apparent solution (for the werewolf with ethics): a zombie infestation where you can eat all of the (basically) human flesh you want and be doing a positive good.

You need to befriend a regular werewolf to have more traditional nightmares.

Reminds me of an American Splendor one-page portrait. I can’t remember its name; it’s anthologized in the first collected volume. Herschel has a dream in which he can’t remember what he does for a living: the ultimate nightmare for someone whose identity is founded on work ethic.

On the other hand I dreamed fairly recently about going to three different stores looking for a part for a vacuum cleaner. I’m not sure what to quit. It’s obvious some Indian food is needed, as I too often have apocalyptic dreams after it which I think are pretty fun.

This always strikes me as a misstatement of the problem. All dreams are boring. We only realize it when they are relayed through other people. As most day-to-day experiences are boring, but are given interest from the fact that they are our own. Grocery shopping remains boring, even if I take an interest in it while I do it. I am interesting to me—and I shed my magnanimous aura upon all that touches me. Usually via cellphone.

Oh, and is this zombie business going to soon go the way of the pirate thing of the middle 2000’s? Will inventing a Walk Like A Zombie day help it become extinct? (Who am I kidding. I’m totally reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.)

And yet everything was eerily, spookily exactly the same.

Visions of zombies eating our economy aren’t nightmares, they’re clairvoyance.

We only thought we had Capital chained up forever with social democracy, but the False Prophets over at the Chicago School of Economics managed to bust it loose from the Abyss. Now Capital has gathered itself and, with itself, all of our productive economy, into a massive pyramid that is now exploding. The dust from this explosion, once inhaled, turns people into undead Dittoheads.

Stay safe. Quit breathing.