I had a dream set during the zombie apocalypse. Stupid, I know, and there's no way to quantify the feeling of dread that pressed over everything. I was a platoon sergeant somehow, briefing my troops on the action, conditions, standards, environmental considerations, risk assessment, etc, immediately before we stormed a building filled with zombies. I didn't expect many of us to walk away, although I didn't say that.
Laugh if you need to but it was terrifying. All the senior leadership had been wiped out, I think, because dream logic, and.. yeah. Maybe I don't need to read
World War Z again.
