Zombies in a K-Mart

Last night I had one of those dreams that was so vivid and persistent that it kept coming back even after I woke up a few times in the night. Why is it that dreams of sexy super models frolicking naked on my private beach never come back after the cat wakes me up?

Anyway, this dream featured me as the hero, trapped with a ragtag band of misfit shoppers in a massive K-Mart (was it a Super-K?) that just happened to be under siege by a small but surprisingly persistent group of infected zombies looking for fresh people meat on which to feed.

Now these weren't the stupid Dawn of the Dead type zombies that move really slow, nor were they the 28 Days hyperkiller zombies. These zombies were silent, but they knew enough to put up a pretty decent fight. Thankfully, this was a K-Mart and most of the zombies were overweight trailer trash wearing too-small spandex or NASCAR tank tops - not much of a match for me wielding a shotgun and a butcher knife.

Unlike my dream a few weeks ago about the Starbucks Ice Cream Truck, this dream lacked Hollywood production values - it wasn't even up to B Movie standards. I kept having to kill the same group of zombies over and over in the same way. A few dream hours into my zombie extermination rampage, I suddenly woke up - and left the rest of the non-dead K-Mart shoppers to fend for themselves.