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catchin’ some z’s
The other night I dreamt of zombies (not for the first time…). In the first part of the dream, I was in a circular stairwell, and I was pouring baking soda on the zombies who were staggering up the stairs after me. The baking soda was like an acid on their rotting skin. It was…
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sweet dreams are made of dread
I had a dream last night that was not scary. Yet I woke up, heart pounding, everything in my body certain that something terrible was going on – maybe someone was in my apartment. It took a good half hour for me to feel like it was safe enough for me to roll over, turning…