Last night’s apocalyptic dream took an interesting turn: A previously unknown stuffed animal contagion jumped species, went airborne and infected human beings, killing anyone coming in exposed to a stuffed animal within a day.
Pretty horrible as diseases and dreams go.
Parents and small children died first, followed by preschool workers, hoarders, toy store employees and the sentimental type.
The only survivors of the apocalypse were nerdy loners who had never found love and angry drill sergeants.
All this according to the rapidly deteriorating news anchor who I was watching on television as I raided the food stores of a local daycare facility.
Another thrilling night of survival.