I see dead people.
In my dreams.
Last night, it was my brother. He was around the house, organizing or bossing something, and I ignored him. Later in the dream, I had to turn to him and apologize.
"Oh, I'm SO sorry. I was ignoring you as is my wont. But I forgot that you're dead, and so that was rude of me when you've come to visit me." Forehead slap. "Want a beer?"
I then had to go out in the front yard to ask the neighbors to move their cars from my front lawn. In the dream, that is. They were very polite, so for now, they were not zombies.
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