Zombie Warehouse and a Sesame Street Accident

It's hard to remember to do this every time I dream. Sorry for the absence.

A few nights ago:

I was with one of my friends. We were going to play L4D, but it was a real-life game. A company kept real zombies in an old warehouse and had people pay them to go through their warehouse maze and kill zombies.

We were each given a revolver at the beginning and a stash of various potentially useful items. Everything that would have been worth taking was just too heavy. So I only grabbed a small bottle of flammable liquid.

We ran through the warehouse relatively quickly, but we didn't kill very many zombies. We mostly just ran away from them as fast as we could. As soon as we got out of the warehouse, we crossed the street and waited on the sidewalk for our hearts to slow down. It was pretty scary.

I looked up, and I saw three snipers on top of the warehouse's roof. I noticed it was a sunny day. I wondered if any zombies ever escaped and if that's why there were snipers on the roof.

Then the entire street started dancing like the opening credits of Sesame Street. There was a bus that was rocking back and forth to the happy bouncy music and a row of about twenty (what looked like corvettes) standing up on their ends... also rocking out. It was very Sesame Street-esque.

Then one of the dancing sideways corvettes tipped a little too far backward and landed wheels-skyward in its lane. Suddenly there was a bunch of water in just that one lane and the upside-down corvette slid backwards like it was floating on a river.

Then another car that was driving toward the dancing bus ran over the upside-down corvette and smushed it like an aluminum can. I was shocked that the corvette was so easily smush-able. Especially by an average-looking sedan.

There was a random police officer that rowed his way over to the carnage on a little row-boat, and another one standing on the sidewalk trying to keep people from going into the river-street. He told us that we should probably go away because it would be very difficult to watch. So we walked on the sidewalk and passed the dancing bus without a second thought... easily ignoring the idea that someone had probably just been smushed inside that aluminum can of a corvette. And then I woke up.