Bad Dreams

Last night was my first night without TJC. It was pretty rough. I had to watch JTV (Jewelry Televison) instead. It was very shiny and all, but when I woke up from my dream and Christian wasn't there selling me Red Labordorite from Mongolia, I had a hard time going back to sleep.

I've been having the CRAZIEST dreams lately.

They're all about zombies, and sometimes there are vampires. It's always during an apocolypse, and we're fighting off the zombies. The weird thing is that even though it's scary, it's not hopeless, cause we're winning. The last week I've had two or three dreams where we've already won, but we're just "cleaning up" the remaining zombies that are left.

Kickass!

I just think it's strange that for the past month or so I can't stop dreaming about the zombie apocalypse. I think this has some hidden meaning that I'm just not getting yet. (besides the fact I hate zombies...) I just hate bad dreams. Why can't I have good dreams? Or sex dreams?

I did have a dream where I kissed Jack Black a few weeks ago, and that wasn't so bad.

Okay, so last night I dreamed I was in my old church, the Methodist one, and it was also an apartment building. We were hiding out in this girl's apartment and she was studying for this test. She hadn't left the house because she'd been studying so hard so she had no idea there had been zombies everywhere. She called this drug dealer to bring her some "bud" and then suddenly we were out in the hall.

There were these huge men, with iron masks on, and leather pants. No shirt, though, and they were all muscled and oiled up. They were the "enforcement" and they came in to clean up buildings so they'd be safe. They had these big jackhammer things that shot these big spikes out and they'd take out zombies with them. They'd also pump nails into the floor and for some reason when they did the zombies couldn't get past them.

Okay.. leather pants, oiled chests, jackhammers, spikes, and getting nailed. Perhaps I could figure THIS part of my dream out.

But the zombies!

So anyway, we go back to the girl's apartment and realize that the drug dealer has arrived and she was turned into a zombie and killed him. He'd left the "bud" on the table.. and it was just that.. buds. Flower buds. Three of them. I took them so I could plant them somewhere nice to grow once the war was over.

Isn't that weird?

I'm at least glad we're winning in my dream. That's the only part that comforts me.

But what does it all mean, Basil?

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