Ugh, what a weird dream. I dreamed this elderly female zombie, with a thick New York accent and wearing a Chanel power suit, was chasing me through London.
I haven’t had one of those slow motion running dreams in a long time — where they keep catching up with you no matter what you do. *shudder*
(Now that I’m awake, she was physically rather similar to Juno from Beetlejuice, but older, and without the spunk and with more low-key, oozing creepiness.)