I always have the weirdest dreams. The most recent one included my estranged father, zombies, walmart and Mexico. We were at a Mexican Walmart, stocking up I guess? My step mother had just died and he didn’t seem to care. We got in some huge argument and I started walking toward the US (I can only assume). There was a fenced in bridge-like street and I took the alley next to it, got chased by two dudes who weren’t zombies and my dad saved me? He never saves me and most of the zombies were really cool. Weird shit.