“What was the dream?”
“It wasn’t a dream,” I said.
“Wasn’t just a dream?” he suggested.
“Look,” I cut in. “I know dreams. That, what I saw, it was real.”
He looked down at his notepad and sighed. With a nod of his head, he rejoined:
“Alright, then, to you it wasn’t just a dream—”
I tried to interject, but he kept talking.
“To everyone else, you were frothing on the floor voiding your bowels and screaming about,” he checked his notes again, but I knew it was just for effect, “zombies?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“That was afterward.”
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