Dream #1,061

Dreamt of vacationing on a small tropical island called Crete. Our flight had several legs from small island to small island. Some of which were so small I had trouble believing they could fit a runway on them. Upon arrival we were escorted to the small, mushroom shaped huts built out of the water where we were going to stay. “It’s still early in the season,” we were told, “Pick the one you want!”

Later that day were heard over the radio that there were multiple zombie outbreaks around the world and the governments were failing to contain them. We listened in horror as the rest of the world descended into chaos and we knew we’d be on this island for the rest of our lives.

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