kleptomage
I dreamed that I was driving and I came to an old wooden bridge that had collapsed, narrowly stopping from going down. I was yelling about how there was no sign to warn me, when I saw there were corpses on the ground by the bridge, and next to each corpse was a pumpkin plant. The pumpkin vines took control of the corpses and they started to move like zombies with jack-o’-lantern heads, so I put the car in reverse and got the hell out of there.
My unconscious mind is stuck on Halloween.