I don't know why but I believe that if you have those dreams where you have to run for your life from something that is gonna kill you, you'll die in your sleep if you get caught.

Somehow I always survived.
Last night's dream was escaping from a school of zombies. And my name was Carrie then.

I guess I just thought about Quarantine over and over again. Maybe because its so personalized and first person point of view.


Wishes don't come true?