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Zombie Hunter
Not a terribly exciting dream, but not a standard dream for me. Brought on by the prospect of having an extra day to the weekend. The smaller cities between San Diego and LA in the early 2000s is likely the setting. I've a free day so I decide to check out some bars and restaurants I haven't had a chance to get around to. Everything is super crowded so it's difficult to get in--it's like a restaurant district, almost like a mall food court in that once you get into this one stretch it's just all bars and restaurants. I walk down the strip, casing out each of the places to decide where to stop, and settle on the second to the last place. As soon as I sit down I notice this girl, having troubles with one of her shoes. She's got a kind of 1970s Swedish girl in California look--tan, freckles, straight longer fine blonde hair. And she's wearing a sort of tan kind of suede looking outfit with a short dress. She can't get her shoe back on so I decide to go over and help. I grab a sort of footstool that is under a nearby table for her to put her foot on and get some leverage. I help stabilize everything and she thanks me and we make some small talk. Of course at that point my brain realizes it has no idea how to talk to girls so I wake up and realize there were some Cinderella jokes or "I can always come home with you to help you get it off" lines, but I didn't think of them until after the dream was over.
