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I suppose one of the reasons that Rachel and I get along so well is that SHE IS FREAKING HILARIOUS and she sometimes says things that have me in stitches for the rest of the evening, and then induce fits of the giggles whenever I think about them afterwards. We've been watching the X-Files, okay, and we're in the early episodes of Season Four at the moment (just saw Home - I can't say I'm sorry I haven't seen that one since high school! ^^;; - The Musings of a Cigarette-Smoking Man, and Tunguska/Terma) and we were talking about Krycek as we were falling asleep night. In particular, we were discussing his dramatic downfall and how harsh his comeuppance has been; sure, he did a lot of stupid things and followed a lot of morally abhorrant orders, but, uh, I'd say he's paid for them by now what with the oil aliens and the silo and the beatings and the arm, etc. etc. etc. Mulder just seems to punch him for fun (GOOD LORD it's no wonder all the main slash pairings involved Krycek!). I said something to the effect of "I told you his character arc just keeps spiraling downward," and this conversation ensued.

Me: He's in that episode I watched at the end of the seventh season.
Rachel: He's still alive?! What, does he have no arms or legs by then?
Me: He still has all of them except the arm XD
Rachel: I don't believe it! He must be a psychic projection of himself while he's just a few cells on a popsicle stick in a jar.
Me: *SPORFLE*

Right now, we have Star Trek: TNG on.

Title: Who Watches the Watchers?
Me: ... Vimes?
Rachel: XD That's what I was going to say!

I had a zombie dream last night, like you do, but since we've been mainlining X-Files episodes lately it was somewhat less traumatic than usual. In this dream, I was a little girl, and I was with Agent Scully in this abandoned jail sort of place. It was more like a jail in an Old West sheriff's office than an Alcatraz-type prison. It was very bluish-dark and filled with cobwebs. I looked into one of the cells and I saw a hand, with pale grayish blue fingers with dark spots all over them and white nails, and then a face. It was a woman, with similar blotches on half of her face. She wasn't horribly decayed (she still had a nose and hair, for instance). I freaked out, though, and Scully pulled me away from the door and knelt down and held me. Then we noticed this stone dish on the floor of the cell, shaped like a banana-split bowl, full of ancient desiccated food. Scully, with some sudden insight presumably originating from her well of innate awesome, crushed the food and the zombie lady turned to dust.

She told me that these people had been imprisoned here and were fed poisoned food that turned them into zombies, and if we destroyed the food that had cursed them, we'd put them out of their misery. So they weren't post-death zombies but infection zombies! Less scary on my personal scale. We went around to the other cells and crushed the food, until I came to a door that was already open. I was like "OH CRAP ONE'S LOOSE" and I spun around, and there behind me was another zombie. This one was much more skeletal and shriveled and decayed (= scarier). I saw another stone dish on a stool behind the zombie and I darted around him and shoved the stool over. The cobwebby old food spilled out, but not all of it got crushed, and so only parts of the zombie crumbled O_o Luckily Scully ran up then and crushed the rest so it didn't get me.

The last cell we went to was filled with little zombie children (aaaagh) who somehow got out, and I was afraid they'd sweep me away in their stampede because I was about the same size they were. But, at that point, Mulder crashed through a window (?!) to our rescue. That was where the dream ended. I've definitely had worse zombie dreams!