I just got back from Israel this morning and, from the trip I only managed to remember two dreams, and only one off the top of my head, from a night at a nunnery in Jerusalem. Basically it was running over dunes, away from zombies while shooting camel poop at them from one of those israeli soldier guns. More evidence for the un-significance-ness of dreams, or that i should cut down on watching ‘the walking dead’ so much?