It’s coming up on the time when I’ll be going to sleep (I’m already in bed. Laptops are cool.) And sitting here like the family which used to live on Wheeler Farm* I was thinking about what was in my mind this morning when I woke up in this very bed.

Last night I had three fairly vivid and fairly awesome dreams. One of them was of an episode of 30 Rock in which many years ago Jack encapsulated the former CEO of NBC as well as the CEO’s lawyer in two boxes, then somehow managed to displace the boxes from time. After reappearing in our present day, the task of covering up the seriousness of the situation fell to Liz Lemon. Needless to say, while Liz was trying to downplay what happened, hilarity ensued.

The dream that I really enjoyed, though, took place far in the future as humanity was colonizing the universe. My dream centered on the events of one ship that had stopped near a planet to refuel the engines. A scout ship was sent to the planet’s surface to gather the fuel only to find that the entire planet had become overrun with undead. Oh no! Of all the things to find on a foreign planet.

Because the fuel was necessary to leave the system, the scout ship couldn’t return to the cruiser in orbit empty handed. That led to only one option and it’s the only option anyone ever has when you need something and the walking dead stand moaning unceasingly in your way. Bust some skulls.

Being the future, better weapons were available that exceeded the now-a-days solutions such as an axe and shotgun. Don’t get me wrong, those are tried and true weapons for cutting mighty swathes through undead, but you can’t tell me that you’d take such primitive means of destruction when at the same time you’re being offered a repeating laser rifle.

Unfortunately for our characters, as valiant an effort as they put up, they were eventually overwhelmed and could not gather the needed fuel. After all, they were trying to stop the tide of a whole planet. This is where things took a turn for the worse.

After running some calculations, the cruiser’s artificial intelligence program concluded that the only viable course to take was to self destruct the cruiser after uploading a computer virus to the scout ship which would force it to return to the planet’s surface.

I woke up just after one of the soldiers on the ground found a hiding place and was gripping his rifle tightly to his chest, listening for the moans which were growing louder.

I think the moral of the story is to not let planet’s become overrun with the walking dead. That’s got “bad idea” written all over it.