dream log 46

there was some sort of weird illness spreading through the city that turned people into zombies. but they were non-hostile zombies, they just... sort of... walked around like zombies and sometimes got stuck walking towards glass walls. i was sitting in a cafe/bookstore when it started. i saw all the days the zombies started getting aggressive, then they calmed down at the end of the week.

on that final day, one of my friends - we used to be close back in childhood- was sitting next to me, sipping her drink. we were just sitting here, having a good time.

until someone stole her drink - i think that person was on the verge of turning into a zombie - he was like "nooo i need a drink right now thanks random person" and just walks out of the cafe.

my friend just orders another drink, but it's a pretty big container and looks alcoholic.

me: wait shit don't drink that, that looks alcoholic

my friend's pretty sad over losing her drink. i don't bother her any more, but we do have a nice conversation. we laughed over stuff i can't remember talking about anymore. i just remembered talking about it minutes ago. :(

i overhear a boy to our left say, "You see, all the zombies that used to be outside the window are gone now. But there's a new wave in the square that'll be coming through here soon. We should leave."

then i wake up