I had a dream last night. It was deeply disturbing. It started off with a spaceship crashlanding. I was with my nephew and my mum in London, and we saw wreckage land all over the place. Not human wreckage, weird moving shrapnel shapes, that turned into big ballbearings. The ship was massive, surreal and jagged, a glimmering light blue; it was so big it hung over the Westminster skyline.

People were running away screaming, and turning into zombies. My nephew saw a little kid standing over a body, and despite my warning, tried to help him. The kid was a zombie and bit him. It took a couple of minutes for him to turn, but he did; his eyes went glassy, his skin looked like it was beginning to melt.

I had to kill him, in my dream, and I did, but he bit me too. The end of my dream was me joking about turning. 'If my eyes start glazing over while you're talking to me, pay attention this time.'

She gave me a big hug, until I realised I was turning and told her she had to go. We were both crying. I turned around, away from her, and kneeled on the floor. I asked her to tell me what it said on the back of my Ramones shirt, but she was gone.

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I woke up and wept like a baby for a full half hour.