Nebulus

I'm with my daughter (little) looking at a field of people, some will be turning into zombies and we will have to hunt them. She asks which ones will change and I start to say that it will be easy to tell until I realise they look the same as the people bringing them there. We walk across the field and find a coach full of young city people who have come down for the event, their intentions are dubious.

We have had some new music and my wife is desperate to have it, sounds bit like Bowie maybe. It's on vinyl but they want £124 for it. We try to copy it but there is a loud background hiss, also the recording keeps being interrupted by various issues.

Inside our new apartment I look over at the neighbours, the place is very modern and the neighbour seems to be repairing appliances in his front room.