I had a conversation last week with some friends about emergency food stores, and at the time I realized that I might need to pay special attention to having staples on hand since my food allergies wouldn't let me just go loot some Doritos at the end of days.
Didn't think anything more of it, until I had a dream last night. A dream where the zombies were coming (old-school slow, shuffling zombies) and we were going to have to pack up the car and hightail it to the desert or some other unpopulated place. So I'm running around searching the cupboards, and a whole army of the living dead is coming up the street. At one point, there is an old man trying to chomp my arm through my sweater, and I'm yelling to my husband, "All we have is applesauce! And garbanzo beans!"
Horrifying! Especially because I hate garbanzos--applesauce is all right though. And zombies are bad, of course.
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I have inexplicably strange dreams like this, too. Weird, isn't it? Sometimes, I even pat myself on the back--I couldn't even come up with that kind of stuff if I tried.
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