Mascara and Pretending to be a Zombie

Last night I had a dream that I was in on a joke being played on another person. It was morning and I had gotten up and was to go outside and walk to a pre-specified location where someone was waiting. First, I had to put mascara on my eyelashes. For reasons I was not quite sure of, it was before showering or at the very least washing my face. As I put the mascara on, my lashes grew by at least an inch and there was very little clumping. I was impressed by it. I then walked to a parking lot. There were 2 people sitting in a black SUV. About a dozen other people approached the driver’s side of the vehicle. On the passenger side of the vehicle was a grassy median with trees. It’s not significant as far as I know. I’m just including as much detail as I remember.

First, someone standing nearby interviewed me about the mascara. I was asked what I thought about it. I told the person I liked it in that it certainly made my lashes a lot longer than they are but that I did not like that I would have to use makeup remover to get it back off. If it were the kind that did not require remover, however, it would undoubtedly be all over my cheeks already.

After the interview was time for the prank. Each one of us walked up to the driver in the SUV, he pointed something at us & we each pretended to become zombies. Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t recall seeing flix or mascara ads lately, so why I dreamed about either…*shrugs* There was one person there who was supposed to believe we really had become zombies.

Then we each zombie-walked back to our houses. My “house” was the house up north where my uncle & his sister live. I was in his sister’s bedroom, but it was the room it used to be before she converted it and it was much larger. There was a lot of stuff in the room, some seemed to be gift-wrapped presents. I was digging around the stuff looking for something. I think it was clothes in order to take a shower. Then I was in the bathroom trying to clean the mascara off my lashes. I got a small square piece of gauze, took a bottle of make-up remover, put some on the gauze and proceeded to wipe it off my lashes. My lashes got smaller again as the mascara came off. I intended to put it back on after my shower.

Then the dream changed. The person on whom the zombie prank was being played had come over. I started pretending I was a zombie, but he got hip to it and asked me why we were doing it. I started telling him, but I don’t remember the actual reason. Then I woke up.