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I had a Walking Dead dream last night.
I dreamed a whole episode. No spoilers, although if you haven't watched this series so far, there may be some inadvertent ones.
Note - what follows has gaping plot holes, as I was actually dreaming, not writing a script.
Daryl decided that the bast way to sort out the friendly from the non-friendly living was to burn their faces, although leave them with medical supplies so they didn't die of it. That way no-one could turn up and be all pretendy-friendly. You got a burned face, you're with the bad guys.
Rick went along with idea, and added his own twist.
He got all of his group tattooed, so that they could be identified. Little hearts on their shoulders. At this point I was actually in the show, and was nearly discovered by the burnt-faces, when I was hiding in the tattoo parlour.
See, they'd captured Carole, realised her tattoo was recent and there must therefore be a reason for it - body modification not being top of the list when it comes to surviving, and gone to every one in the local area. They knew that if they found the right one, it would lead them back to Rick.
Also Carl had grown up. I mean really grown up. He was played by the same actor but was in his late twenties, and some kind of disease had made all his hair fall out. Like all of it, eyelashes, pubes etc. It had also given him a lumpy mis-shapen head, like a potato.
It's quite obvious where most of the above comes from. But I also woke up clutching a heart-shaped bead really hard, so I didn't drop it and alert the burnt-faces. Only to find I not only had an empty hand, but had dug my nails into my palm hard enough to leave marks. Tcha.
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