So the last two nights have been quite scary in the dream department. "Nightmares", if you will. If you won't, then I'm not sure what to do with you. Anyway, back to the dreams... the first one dealt with zombies.
I found myself in a semi-lucid dreamworld where zombies had risen from the grave and infected the population at large. I was trapped in a hospital, roughly on the fourth floor area. Some of the survivors stuck with me were the cast of Grey's Anatomy. I know, I know... how could things get any worse? Well things did get worse, and worse came riding in on an express flight from Hell. Even though the elevator was jammed and the stairs leading up to our floor were destroyed, the particular floor I occupied had a walkway that connected to a building across the street.
Naturally, zombies found their way up through the other building and across the walkway. The path between the buildings was covered with a solid roof, but most of the glass walls had been shattered away. The blonde chick from Grey's joined me in beating back the zombies and barring the doorway to the other building. That's when a zombie on the ground jumped about 70 feet straight up and onto the walkway.
At that point in time, my dream-self make a quick decision... and ran away. Personally, I think that was a good idea. Let the cast of that overdramatic primetime doctor porno deal with the super-leaping undead. My dream then began to fragment as I came closer to waking up. I remember being chased by zombies through the hospital's parking deck, and I escaped by hot wiring the Thundertank from Thundercats.
Sidenote: A Thundercats live-action movie is currently in the works. The studio has picked some no-name director to head it, but no casting has been done yet. Potentially, this movie could be good. I have a feeling it will turn out crappy though. Sidenote over.
So the next night, no more zombies, but now I was a young boy again back at my original home in New York. Up there, we lived near the top of a decently large hill on four acres of property. In my dream, I guess summer was the season because the trees were too full to see any neighboring properties. My parents were with me; both looking younger as well.
For some reason, a band of young teens was out to kill us. Not just any young teens though. These kids looked to be like the ones you see on TV when the news talks about the killer kids in Africa. The kids orphaned by war who get trained to be expendable killers by military factions. This dream was scary just because it was so vivid. We ran and tried to hide from the teens at first. Then we fought a few. They only had rocks and sticks. Nasty part was that I caught one and held him hostage... and then killed two teens who laid down their weapons.
Nasty, nasty, nasty. Just felt way too real.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I was the one on facebook who broke Flixter's "quickrate" feature for movies. I just went through that thing one day and rated just about every film I had ever viewed. 1,800 +. I haven't even hit all the films I have seen like the 80's classic Tango & Cash or Mallrats. C'est la vie.
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I had a much better dream. Do you want to hear about it?
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