I Dream of Zombies

Last night I dreamed of zombies I was barricaded in my home With my Husband The shadows of zombies With out stretched arms Like Frankenstein Outside My Bloody house They were being slowly And Systematically Killed Soon they would all be gone But it was taking so long I asked, The Other Half ‘How long have we been trapped in our own home, while zombies roam the streets?’ ‘Six and a half weeks.’ ‘Six and a half bloody weeks?’ ‘Yup.’ I woke to the normality of my life Same blanket, same pillow The Other Half gently breathing beside me I kick myself for being so bloody gullible How could I have not known that was a dream? I mean Zombies? Really?