Dreams....
I think that a really entertaining book would be people documenting their strange dreams. Not necessarily the scary ones, or the sad ones...but just the random, crazy ones. Of course, I had this thought because I had an off the wall dream...and when I shared it with people they were like, "What the..."
Here goes:
It was a zombie dream. (Think 28 Days Later) You couldn't get infected or you would also turn into a zombie. My family was all here and we were all hiding from the zombies. Someone found like an anti-zombie medicine, but there was only 80 of what we needed in the syringe. (80 something, grams, milligrams...I don't know how they measure medicine) But there was only 80 and you had to inject yourself in the neck. We had three choices in needles to use, but the smallest was still huge. I made everyone else go first, but by the time the syringe got to me they had only left 18 in the syringe. (You needed 20 and three people went before me) I was freaking out because I didn't know if some was better than none, but I knew that I didn't have 20. I found some more medicine and a really small needle, but when I was sucking the medicine out of the bottle into the syringe, I pulled too hard and the end came off and the medicine spilled out everywhere. My family kept letting people in our house. It seems like our house was the safe house or something, but I was getting mad because we had no idea if they were safe or not. My sisters just kept leading them in.
While all of this is going on. Paris Hilton lived across the street from me. (Yeah, she moved to Longview, Washington...didn't you know) Anyways, in the middle of all this zombie stuff, she came to me crying because Sam T. (A rich snobby girl I graduated with) had pawned off the truck that Paris bought her and purchased herself a big ring with the money. Paris was really upset about it. I was trying to calm her while dealing with the zombie situation.
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Don't ask me what it all means, I have no idea. And very rarely do I remember details like I did in this dream. Every now and then, I'll wake up and it will be really clear. Funny how minor situations inject themselves into otherwise scary/intense dreams. I don't think I'd ever want that analyzed!
Sweet dreams...
Here goes:
It was a zombie dream. (Think 28 Days Later) You couldn't get infected or you would also turn into a zombie. My family was all here and we were all hiding from the zombies. Someone found like an anti-zombie medicine, but there was only 80 of what we needed in the syringe. (80 something, grams, milligrams...I don't know how they measure medicine) But there was only 80 and you had to inject yourself in the neck. We had three choices in needles to use, but the smallest was still huge. I made everyone else go first, but by the time the syringe got to me they had only left 18 in the syringe. (You needed 20 and three people went before me) I was freaking out because I didn't know if some was better than none, but I knew that I didn't have 20. I found some more medicine and a really small needle, but when I was sucking the medicine out of the bottle into the syringe, I pulled too hard and the end came off and the medicine spilled out everywhere. My family kept letting people in our house. It seems like our house was the safe house or something, but I was getting mad because we had no idea if they were safe or not. My sisters just kept leading them in.
While all of this is going on. Paris Hilton lived across the street from me. (Yeah, she moved to Longview, Washington...didn't you know) Anyways, in the middle of all this zombie stuff, she came to me crying because Sam T. (A rich snobby girl I graduated with) had pawned off the truck that Paris bought her and purchased herself a big ring with the money. Paris was really upset about it. I was trying to calm her while dealing with the zombie situation.
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Don't ask me what it all means, I have no idea. And very rarely do I remember details like I did in this dream. Every now and then, I'll wake up and it will be really clear. Funny how minor situations inject themselves into otherwise scary/intense dreams. I don't think I'd ever want that analyzed!
Sweet dreams...