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Last night was zombie city… in my brain.

No idea where it came from, but it was 100% non-stop zombie action in my dreams. I wouldn’t quite classify them as “nightmares”, but I was definitely be chased by zombies. Very strange.

That’s nothing compared to this morning though…

When I got into my car to head into work, on my passenger seat – just sitting there – was a rather large folding knife. It’s not mine. It’s certainly not Corinne’s. Where the fuck did it come from?

I immediately thought that maybe someone went to break into my car (Jeep + softtop = easy target) and they may have left their knife behind. I checked all of my windows and nothing seems torn. I purposefully leave nothing in my car and the doors unlocked to try to prevent people cutting my windows, but I obviously have no way of knowing if this is the case or not.

Fucking weird.