Recurrence

I keep having this recurring dream where I’m Gordon Freeman of Half-Life. I go around killing zombies and bad guys, but I have no guns. I have to make pretend like I have guns with my hands and make the shooting sounds with my mouth. And I don’t even get infinite imaginary ammo. The zombies are friendly though, sort of. They speak to me while they try to attack me, we have conversations about what they’re doing there while I try to kill them with imaginary rounds.