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There was a zombie walk in my city the other day, and as I passed them on my way to work, I couldnt help but feel so dead. Here they were, colourful and animate, flailing their arms about trying to push mass transit vehicles over and chasing mothers with strollers down the street, but all that passed through my VISOR was to continue my mission of selling beans to strangers (beans that may or may not sync them with a foreign communication system once placed on the back of their neck).
Also, I like when I have dreams that happen in the same odd place. Like a dream neighborhood. I guess even in nightmares, familiarity is all important.
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