A bit more about dreams

The zombie dreams have returned. I've probably told you about them. They come randomly, every few months or so. I still don't know what they mean. They are markedly sadder this time and lack the campy movie bravado of the past. Now, people are forced to watch as their loved ones are changed and destroyed. In the last dream, a man killed his own (undead) daughter with his bare hands in order to save my life. Then he held me as if I were a child again. But I'm not a child, in dreams nor here now, and although it wasn't real, I could feel the weight of that much sacrifice.