I woke at midnight after a very nasty dream about zombies. I actually woke with a yell as I was pushing a few nasties away by their drippy parts. The adrenaline rush was enough to nix sleep for a while, so I gave Princess a kiss and went downstairs to play internet till I was exhausted enough to fall over on the couch.
This morning she and I were comparing notes on last nights sleep, and out of the blue she volunteers she had Zombie dreams all night.
The closest either of us have gotten to anything Zombie related lately was the non-gory T-shirt someone was wearing at the Beer-Bowl yesterday. Even that, he had to tell me what the figures were on the shirt.
I suspect there was a free floating Zombie dream in our bedroom last night, and when I got up I left it behind to creep into Princess's head. That's the best explanation I can come up with.