I think last night's dream may be even more disturbing than the previous night's dream. WHY are my dreams so strange lately? I'm not quite sure. This one involved zombies and vampires; the zombies were trying to eat us, and the vampires were trying to help us. The zombies didn't bother the vampires, because the vampires were already dead, so the vampires could protect us by walking around us. Except there was one vampire that wanted to have sex with me, but I didn't want to, because I was afraid he'd try to bite me and suck all my blood out while we were doing it.

I guess, if this is a side effect of quitting smoking (which I'm wondering if it is), then it's slightly better than being angry and stuffing my face all the time, but it sure makes me feel like a weirdo.