The undead dead have fantastical fantasy dreams, too.
COME OUT INTO THE LIGHT
The darkness is my closet from which I have been locked inside for 121 years.
I dream of awakening one dusk, staying up all night long and then walking out into the dawn.
I cannot remember what the sun feels like as it warmed my pallid skin and my cold blood.
I dream the dream of a spicy, salty, nice blood meal... right before I come out into the light!