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I dreamed about zombies last night. I have never in my life dreamed about them. Is it weird that I write about zombies, vampires, and wereanimals, but I have never, ever dreamed about them? But last night it wasn’t as scary a dream as it could have been because I became aware in the dream enough to think, "Gee, I’ve never dreamed about zombies before." The thought was enough to break the dream and leave me blinking into the morning light.

It’s not because I haven’t written about zombies in awhile because there are a lot of zombies in the novella that I finished recently. But for the first time I dreamed about the shambling dead, and I wasn’t scared. It seemed vaguely familiar like a busman’s vacation. Maybe that’s why I don’t dream about monsters because when nightmares are being sent out they want you scared, and monsters just don’t scare me; they never have.