Oh my gosh I can't believe it

I'm not sure what was more traumatic about my dreams last night,

Dreaming my dead Grandmother was still alive and having to stop her from leaning out of her bedroom windows at dangerous angles to try and point some points of the local landscape out to me,

or

Being falsely outed by the Kaiser Chiefs as a fan of theirs when they play a secret surprise gig at my old school in front of everyone I know (I was much less concerned that I was wearing a skirt at the time),

or

Constant zombie attacks, that way my brain has of saying 'You've been playing Fable: The Lost Chapters too much' to me.

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