The other night I managed 3 dreams, the middle one is a big vague now and the third was pretty standard guy steals machine gun from security services so we had to go and kick some doors in an offer plenty of teeth/pliers-related violence but the first one was definitely odd and relevant to 2000AD.
We were in the foyer of a small shopping mall-type affair and as we left through the revolving door a friend of mine enacted a diabolical plan gassing the people in the door (God knows what the plan was but I believe Jimmy Carr being gassed, so it presumably worked out OK). Trying to figure out how to leave, while my friend gloated on, we saw zombie tsunami rushing down the road towards the big glass windows. Not having a chance to bring down the steel shutters, as they do in all good zombie films, we legged it. I ended up in a copy shop, balancing on top of stacks of reams of printer paper along with some other guy and Al Ewing. Unfortunately, hiding on paper and hoping that the zombies don't notice isn't the best plan, even for an impromptu undead escape. As you imagine it turned bad quick and Al got bit, so I jammed a pair of scissors up under his jaw and into the base of his brain to save him horror of living death (Al's a decent chap and I assume he'd do the same for me). I then made a wild leap from the stack but the zombies were everywhere. Although I managed to wriggle into some space at the top of a storage cupboard the grasping rotting hands were just behind me, so I decided it was time to wake up.
We were in the foyer of a small shopping mall-type affair and as we left through the revolving door a friend of mine enacted a diabolical plan gassing the people in the door (God knows what the plan was but I believe Jimmy Carr being gassed, so it presumably worked out OK). Trying to figure out how to leave, while my friend gloated on, we saw zombie tsunami rushing down the road towards the big glass windows. Not having a chance to bring down the steel shutters, as they do in all good zombie films, we legged it. I ended up in a copy shop, balancing on top of stacks of reams of printer paper along with some other guy and Al Ewing. Unfortunately, hiding on paper and hoping that the zombies don't notice isn't the best plan, even for an impromptu undead escape. As you imagine it turned bad quick and Al got bit, so I jammed a pair of scissors up under his jaw and into the base of his brain to save him horror of living death (Al's a decent chap and I assume he'd do the same for me). I then made a wild leap from the stack but the zombies were everywhere. Although I managed to wriggle into some space at the top of a storage cupboard the grasping rotting hands were just behind me, so I decided it was time to wake up.

