Not only did I not sleep well (Damn you, time change!), but what sleep I did get was filled with zombies. Oddly enough, R also dreamed of zombies, but while his were Simpsons zombies, mine were full on Stephen King zombies. The dream even took place in some decrepit old town in Maine. Prior to the zombies, I had a dream where I was bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, fueled by coffee.
Hmm... Zombies, coffee, time change... Brain, are you trying to tell me something?