I dreamed I was escaping a horde of really fast running zombies. With my husband, that I don´t have, and my child, that I don´t have either. All of this happening in a city of asian looks. Hong Kong style.

Long story short: We finally got caught in (I think) a 7th or 8th floor of an apartment building I refused for long to break into because I knew it could be a dead end. And even more if we decided to go up. And it was a dead end.

Luckily my mind decided to give me a break by waking me up right before the mauling began.

But my god that felt so freaking real. Interesting as an experience itself. Now that I know it was just a dream, of course.

But I still can´t get rid of the tension.