iZombie

(My girlfriend has been stressed and has not been getting enough sleep for the past four nights. She and I are sitting on my dorm room bed and she ends up falling asleep. I am working on my laptop, I then notice she is tapping her fingers rhythmically and moaning with every second or third tap.)

Girlfriend: *in her sleep* “What? Why…? NO!”

(I look over and watch her open her eyes and look up at me with the saddest expression.)

Me: “You okay, sweetheart?”

Girlfriend: “Steve Jobs…”

Me: “What?”

Girlfriend: “Steve Jobs broke my laptop. How am I going to do work?”

(I then realized she was still dreaming. While stifling a laugh I try and coax her back to sleep.)

Me: “Steve Jobs is dead, sweetie.” *I grab her laptop from under the bed* “See, it’s right here.”

Girlfriend: “He was a zombie. I had to type Morse code to stop him.”

(At this point I am about ready to burst out laughing, but I coax her back to sleep. She wakes up about three hours later, well rested.)

Girlfriend: “I had the weirdest dream.”

Me: “You have no idea…”