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.