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Author Topic: #2 in a series of screwy dreams.  (Read 1431 times)
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« on: February 08, 2006, 09:37:40 »

This is dream one of 02-07-06.

Okay so in the dream I was at home.  Every one was there, but my father was the other major player in the dream.

We were being attacked by zombies.  Normally I like zombies because zombie fighting dreams tend to be fun.  But this one was just weird.

Some where along the line we decided that we were going to collect all their heads and take them some place else so we could mash them.  This was the logic....the zombies couldn't function right with out their heads, and they would want them back, so if we took the heads some place else they would follow me and my dad and leave every one else alone.  

So some how my truck ended up on the side on the house which is,  in reality and was in the dream, only about 3ft across.  The width of a standard door, ie: considerably small than my truck.  But there it was.  So we were throwing the heads out the window and into the back of the truck.  Okay?

So me and my dad pick up the last couple of heads and go towards the door to get in the truck.  We get out side and head for the side of the house.  When we rounded the corner the side of the house was a wharf front, docks, water, and every thing.  So now we are running down the wharf, still carrying the heads.

My dad stops and say that this is were we needed to be.  It was a boat. Okay, I though.  Not what I was thinking but okay.  Then I find out it was a dinner boat.  As in you pay, they take you out on the water, and then serve you dinner.  And it was like 100 bucks a person.  So me and my dad are standing there shuffling the zombie heads back and forth, looking in our wallets, trying to figure out if we had enough because the zombies were starting to catch up with us.

We kinda started arguing about who was going to pay, and how much money each of us had, and what else we needed our money for, and all kinds of things like that.  And of course the zombies are getting closer.  Finally I stopped, threw the heads on the ground and stated that this who situation was silly and started describing why.  When I got to the part about the side yard and where it went because the wharf was there now the dream ended.

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« Reply #1 on: February 09, 2006, 00:58:33 »

Your watching too many horror movie !  tongue
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