This is Getting Old

I've had the same dream every night for the past ten (?) days. It's not the only dream I've had, but I keep having it.

Every. Single. Night.

It involves fighting for my life. The person trying to kill me used to be one of my best friends, but hasn't been capable of saying a single nice thing about me for almost a month (Calvin was on to something when he said, "I wish I had more friends, but people are such jerks"). She (or he - we don't need to delve into specifics) is commanding a small army of zombies, who are also trying to kill me.

I don't have any weapons.

But I'm still me, so I fight.

I kill all the zombies (because, in my dreams, I always have insane fighting skills), and then it comes down to a showdown between me and my former friend.

My former friend has a weapon and knows how to use it.

Fine, I think. This sucks and I really wish you had a clue what forgiveness really means . . . but, if this is where we are, then fine. So be it. Me or you. If that's the choice you're forcing me to make, guess what? I pick me.

And then I wake up.

Interpret that as you will.

Note: I'm almost positive that my former friend isn't a necromancer in real life.