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No. 1987
Last night I had a particularly vivid dream about zambies.
So it started out with a partner and I killing two shamblers in this small shop. It happened to be an antiques store, so we naturally found a stockpile of lever action shotguns, none of which did jack shit to a new zombie that had managed to find his way into the shop. I ended up beating it to death with a sale sign and we continued on to this uninfected market.
The market was set up like with shops littering the sides of the path, and there were bright pieces of cloth hung everywhere. It was quite busy for it being an apocalypse situation. Anyway, there was a bearded old Asian man with a crowd around him who was selling katanas and other swords, so we walked up to him to get a pair. For some reason he took a real interest in us, and had us follow him to see the higher quality swords. We were discussing prices along the way, and we mentioned that price was no object when survival was concerned, and we had quite a bit of change from some zombies we killed anyway.
He eventually takes me aside because he thinks he has the right sword for me. I am handed a box about half the size of one that would house a pair of shoes. I open it slowly, and am confused by the assortment of metal pieces that is presented in front of me. I soon realize that I must assemble the weapon, and I soon have the handle, blade-guard, and pommel fitted together, and all that's left is the blade. I can tell by the flourishes of metal that the blade would undoubtedly be a rapier, but I never got the blade before I awakened, so I'll never know what it was really like.
I wish this dream would have continued, it was very engaging, and I wanted to test my new blade.
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