Fuckin' zombies.

I dreamt that a bunch of zombies had me cornered with former co-worker B and some other dude, but there were some soldiers behind the zombies. I hit the dirt and started yelling for the soldiers to shoot. B said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple." Then he and the other dude ripped their own hearts out.

I woke up right after that. Was it the garlic in the Lonely Ingredient Beans that I had as a post-clubbing snack?