A horse is a horse of course of course.

Last night I had a dream where a zombie plague broke out and me and dan and jim became zombies and the only way to stay alive was to keep a disembodied shrunken clown head alive. This clown head told us what to do to stay alive. So we were leaving my house and we were all pale like but we were zombies who could talk so you didn't know we were zombies unless you looked up close at us. Anyways, the head was getting pale and blue and I told the guys "fuck man, you gotta keep that shit on ICE or else its gonna fuckin die on us". As I said this, we were walking by an old couple, the man looking at us queerly unsure if we were zombies. It was at this point when I realized "Holy fuck, I'm undead. I should be feeding on the living!" So as the guy turned around I began stumbling in his direction and I went to take a bite out of his neck. He pulled out some mini revolver from nowhere and then I bit off his arm so he couldnt use it and then proceeded to feast on his neck. It was at this point that dan met the same realization and began to chase after the woman. The dream ended here of course. Things always end when theyre getting interesting.