Dreamed I was fighting vampires. That dream woke me up, and when I went back to sleep I dreamed I was fighting the mob. I was punching out mobsters left and right in the dream. In the waking world, I was punching my husband in the butt. Sharing a bed with me is dangerous.
So, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to start a 30-day challenge. You’re going to write a ficlet (around 50-1000 words) based on your crazy-brains dreams.
If your husband survives the challenge, you have to take him out for ice cream. If he doesn’t, he has to take you out instead.
(This will be possible because, knowing you as well as I do, I’m confident you’ll reanimate him as a zombie.)