I woke up with a start at 6:30 this morning. In my dream I was running away from zombies. They looked pretty fresh, no body parts falling off yet. But they were after me, so in my dream wisdom, I hopped into an elevator to get away from them. There was one woman who was not a zombie, and we got in the elevator together. As the doors closed, that is when I woke up with a jack hammer in my chest. The Zombie Apocalypse is not the best way to start the day. I wonder what the shelf life of the average zombie is? I mean, they are the walking dead. Bits are going to fall off. Eventually they would just be a non threatening (albeit disgusting) torso. Easy to run away from a torso I bet.