Alternative Ballroom Dancing.

This is beginning to become a theme of mine, zombies invading my dreams.

I'm in a building, stark, concrete and grey. Square in shape, and very oppressive. It's a prison.

I'm looking down on the exercise yard from high up on the boundary wall, which has ramparts and walkways. My children are playing below me, they are surrounded by decaying bodies, being ripped apart and eaten by zombies. They seem oblivious to this fact, almost in their own worlds, happy amusing themselves with sticks and twigs, stones and leaves that are lying at their feet.

Up on the ramparts, other zombies, with disturbingly inane grins, are awkwardly dragging people along on leads, maybe pets, maybe lunch for later.

One of the undead appears beside me, he's rather more compos mentis than his deranged kindred, speaking to me in a calm deep voice. "I want you to teach us to dance", he said "Ballroom dance". Inside my head i find this highly amusing, zombies, wearing sequins and silk, ballroom dancing, but i dare not laugh for fear of being devoured myself! "Ballroom dancing will save our souls", he cried, tears rolling down his shredded face, muscle and bone appearing in the gaps in his skin.

At the drop of his first tear, as if a telepathic message had been transmitted through the ether, each and every zombie ceased whatever they were doing, heads raised towards their master, and started to cry uncontrollably.

This, i thought, was my, no, our cue for escape. I take a flying leap down into the yard, where my children are now watching, taking in this bizarre turn of events. Unbelievable, no broken bones or twisted ankles, I'm relieved. I grab the kids and we run, not looking back, to a ladder i hadn't noticed before, secreted in the corner, curtained by shadows. "Quickly", i shout, "Up, up, up"!

We reach the top. "Jump", i tell them, "To the other side", not thinking what lies in wait, or how far the drop is, somehow i know it's safe. Then me, I'm on the edge, looking down, i cannot see what lies below, but i jump anyway, now I'm falling through the air, the wind rushing past my skin.

Then, jolt, I'm back in the room, so the hypnotists say.

I'm remarkably calm considering the content of my dream.