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So I was having this dream last night that I was at a Regency-era house party because one of the daughters of the house was getting married. I was feeling slightly left-out because they kept doing activities that I didn't know anything about, but it was rather fun anyway, and we were about to eat--and then the zombies showed up. I was like, "Seriously? Now this is going to turn into a nightmare and a stress dream and I was having SO MUCH FUN!" Plus the house totally wasn't zombie-proof--big windows on the ground floor with no shutters, and the zombies were organized--they were linked up like an army and they had CANNONS. Didn't turn out too badly; we managed to cut the zombies' heads off, and Angel showed up and turned out to kind of be my boyfriend, so that was a bit of a consolation prize, but I was annoyed for the rest of the dream. Danged zombies.
(This is what I get for watching so much Angel and reading a Regency romance about a wedding right before bed.)
(This is what I get for watching so much Angel and reading a Regency romance about a wedding right before bed.)
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