In Which I Dream

Last Night’s Dream: I woke up to see a bunch of zombies shuffling outside my garage. Was not scared, because obviously these zombies were actors hired as a flash mob. Boyfriend ran out to our garage and shoved some of them down. We followed the trail of fake flash mob zombies to a house down the street, where we were kidnapped by a mob boss’s minions and brought to see him in his secret torch-lit velvet chaired lair. He had a monocle. He told us we had fallen for his brilliant fake flash mob zombie routine and that now we had to work for his shipping company that ships velvet chairs to China. I asked him if he would pay us for the work, and he said “Yes. Six figures.” So I concluded that this didn’t sound too bad, and we both signed up.