Another Strange One ...

I dreamed I was at a gathering of some sort, like a reunion. I'd come there with an aunt, long dead now. When things started to peter out, I went to find my aunt so we could go and she'd left without me. Mother was at the gathering somewhere but I could not find her, then I found out she'd also left. A man who was an avatar of a judge I used to work with showed up and said he lived in the same town as me but wouldn't offer to take me home. He was in what looked like a sort of delivery truck, like a UPS vehicle. Several young men were lounging around, but no one offered me a ride home. I looked out onto the road, my mind saw the series of highways and roads I'd have to take if I walked home, realized it would take me days to get home, and decided to call a cab, and just offset the cost by not eating for a couple of days. Also during the gathering, someone had given me a zippered plastic bag with plastic jewelry in it. Beaded necklaces, things like that. Bracelets. I woke still pondering how I should get home.

Again With The Zombies ...

I dreamed I had written and sold a screenplay. They began shooting it at a mental institution. The institution had once been a funeral home. I was walking around talking to people, trying to see how movies got made, trying to learn. Apparently the screenplay was a zombie movie, and I was talking to what I thought was an actor in costume, until he attacked me. He was an actual zombie, so were all the people in the institution. So most of the dream was me trying to get out without being eaten. Freaky.