Whenever I dream, it's almost always nightmares. The last few years, it's been like that. But not the normal kind, it's different types of nightmares about the same subject matter: the zombie apocolypse. Needless to say, I try not to watch, or play, zombie stuff before bed. But even so, the dreams still come.
Last week , I dreamed that we got a crib. And then, as soon as we assembled it, we found out we lost the baby. The dream ended with me taking the crib apart, slowly, as the lights all faded.
I'd much rather have zombie nightmares.
(**Last nights dream wasn't a nightmare though; it didn't involve babies, or zombies, or saddness at all. It was a nice dream. I was working on the set of Doctor Who, it was Christmas time (of course, since it's Doctor Who!) and I got my photo taken with Matt Smith and Tom Baker. I squealed like a school girl. And then I woke up.
It was nice to dream about something other than horror for once.**)