Ok, so I watched one of the Resident Evil films last night before I went to sleep (the fourth one, possibly crapper than all the rest of them) and fully expected to have a zombie-tastic dream featuring gore, bloodshed and me saving the planet, one faceless zombie decapitation at a time. Pretty normal stuff you might expect.
But no! I woke up this morning after spending the night resitting my degree with a changed dissertation and having to explain how I measured the effects of heavy metal poisoning on the growth and fruit production of chilli plants grown in a fluid medium hydroponics setup.
I am now shattered, both physically and mentally, but contemplating writing the whole lot down so that I can sell it to some poor plant science undergraduate if they get stuck for a decent idea during their final year.
Bring back zombie dreams, that's what I say.
