The other morning Michael & I were playing "I bet my dream was weirder than yours" as he got ready for work. He dreamed some sort of military tactical warfare where he was chopping off heads. Yawn.
My dream took place on the historical island of Pompeii (back when it was a thriving metropolis) and was about some conspiracy theory that a man purposely caused the fateful volcano with a planned train crash. And while people were fleeing the ash & destruction onto cruise ships there was a zombie outbreak and no one knew if their neighbor was a zombie until it was too late. I won the game because Michael said he'd totally pay to see that movie.
Oh, and Michael Jackson also featured as a zombie in my dream. Double win.
Sleep deprivation from nursing: causing awesome dreams for the win!