i know why i had paris in my head... someone was telling a story about it last night. but how did these things all get connected? dampfkneudels, i swear it! or maybe the combo with the caffiene of iced tea.
last night/this morning i dreamt ian and i went to paris together. oh, and that my mom was in a hospital there...in fact, it was the hope hospital but in paris. yeah, okay, it was a *dream*. *gosh*
anyway, we visited her there in the day time, while trying to see the sites... but at night it became a different story. we had to go through the backrooms of stores trying to get away from the zombies, and our siteseeing was crazy. my sister heidi asked us if we'd seen the opera house, and i was like: yeah! of course! (i may have thought she was a zombie... or i was just irritated with her) we even went inside. and she was mad in a zombie way, so i knew that we had to get in there... i think to kill some zombies or something.
for some reason we borrowed my mom's truck (she hadn't had a truck in at least 6 years)... but when we parked it in the hospital parking lot, after visiting my mom, it had been stolen. so we tried to sort out a report at the front desk, but ian and i were in a really big hurry because we had zombies to kill, and sites to see. afterall, it was his first time in paris, and i wanted him to see everything.
i have no idea if it ended, but i woke up needing to pee. and being somewhat disoriented, jumped back into the bed, so no zombies could grab my ankles from under the bed.
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