I had this dream awhile ago, and in it Sinead O’Connor kept dying. For some reason, rather than bury all these corpses of Sinead, we would take them out in the woods and throw them on the porch of this decaying cabin. After a while, there were quite a few corpses, there was even one where all that was left was just her head. But we kept on putting her corpses out in the woods, on the porch of this old cabin.
So one day, all these corpses came back to life. They were all just wandering around singing in that annoying voice. Even the disembodied head was floating around. It was so terrifying that everyone in my dream decided that it was better to live underground than to have to deal with hundreds of undead Sinead O’Connors walking the Earth, singing Nothing Compares to You. So that’s what we did. We dug a big hole in my closet and sealed ourselves underground. I’m not sure how we planned to survive, but we all seemed very relieved.