Right now, I'm watching a program about the Jackle. It's on National Geographic. But I have a far more pressing... issue? to talk about! Last night I had an epic zombie/vampire dream. It was intense.
All of my friends and I were in my aunt Joanne's house. She had some crazy surgery and looked totally different. But we were there because there were all kinds of zombies running rampid. My friend Jason and my boy were protecting the group for the most part in this attic-like-thing.
There were all kinds of cameras set up to ensure that would see a break-in where it happened before we got owned. Everyone had guns and knives but I did't have any yet, so I ran down to this piano room, which was creepy as hell, opened a record player under a weird statue and grabed a throwing knife. Then I scurried back upstairs.
I was standing infront of the television trying to get the split-screen survalence to work and I kept asking Jason what to do. He got pissed off because I was being paranoid(but come on...ZOMBIES!) then I figured it out, only to see that there were a few zombs on their way. I hadn't had to fight one yet because Alex and Jason had gotten them all with guns and machettes before they got up to the attic. It was a big attic also...but anyway, some zombies started getting into the roof and Alex and Jason were still downstairs so I took it upon myself to fight some bitchessss. I ended up going at it with this chick zombie and I cut off her rotting head. Then another chick came up to me... another chick zombie and I cut off her arm and head as well....
When Alex and Jason returned they asked me why i was sooo bloody, it was only at this point that I noticed they were clean... I told them I was chopping heads and asked how they did it. Alex simply said he stabbed the between the eyes. GREEEAT. So there I was all covered in blood and our friend Mike shows up. Too bad he was a vampire. Poor guy, he just wanted help though so we(Alex, Jason, Mike) and I jumped in a car, a convertable and drove off... It was daybreak though so we had to cover him up in a blanket. Then it was really hot out and we were all smoltering, minus Vampire Mike. So we needed to get to a pool. Mike said we could go to his, there was just one problem...his vampirism. So we got him a hat, tranchcoat, socks, scarf, sunglasses and other attire to make sure every inch of him was proected from the sun. He insisted it was okay because he didn't feel temperature.
What happened to the zombies, I'm not too sure... dreams are weird.
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