the english is difficult at this hour.
so... dream. I was at my brother's friends Ruth and Ryan's wedding, and rather underdressed for the occaision, but so was everybody else. As an introduction they were having all of these really strange looking rock and/or rap artists performing single songs. The event was occurring in some sort of school, and after that we were invited to a snack reception, and I wasn't hungry at that time, so I continued on with some people to the next event, which was on the floor below us, and the only way to get down there was through a secret door in the wall that led to a normal looking staircase. I started to go down, but wound up heading back up and asking someone to leave the secret door ajar so I could get back down. I went back to the snack room to find almost all of the snacks (especially the mini-quiches, which looked especially delicious) to be gone, and wound up having some baked brie with spinache, which I devoured. Then I headed back to find the secret door closed, but right in front of it was a normal staircase downwards...
later, I dreamed I was watching a horror movie. It was okay, because it was just a movie, and I could handle it. I don't really remember the movie, all I remember is waking up and looking at a room inside a house that was flickering black. I asked the people I was watching it if I missed anything, and they didn't really respond... and then I was in the movie, watching people this old crone had turned into something akin to zombies attacking people that they used to love. At least two were violently killed... and then I was at her house, which functioned fairly normally with her in charge of the entire thing... but then she started touching peoples' hands, and they turned into the zombie like creatures and left - several of them were the same people who had become zombies earlier, but the ones who had brutally died weren't there. For some reason, I really felt no compulsion not to become a zombie, except I was afraid that if I died while a zombie, I wouldn't come back as a dan... and so I went out to the back to pee against a giant tree, which wasn't there, so I peed in the hole next to were the tree was (which was about ten feet from our outhouse at maine.).
and then I woke up because I was afraid I was actually peeing (it was a really convincing sensation) and was quite grateful to find that I was, in fact, not.
later, I dreamed I was watching a horror movie. It was okay, because it was just a movie, and I could handle it. I don't really remember the movie, all I remember is waking up and looking at a room inside a house that was flickering black. I asked the people I was watching it if I missed anything, and they didn't really respond... and then I was in the movie, watching people this old crone had turned into something akin to zombies attacking people that they used to love. At least two were violently killed... and then I was at her house, which functioned fairly normally with her in charge of the entire thing... but then she started touching peoples' hands, and they turned into the zombie like creatures and left - several of them were the same people who had become zombies earlier, but the ones who had brutally died weren't there. For some reason, I really felt no compulsion not to become a zombie, except I was afraid that if I died while a zombie, I wouldn't come back as a dan... and so I went out to the back to pee against a giant tree, which wasn't there, so I peed in the hole next to were the tree was (which was about ten feet from our outhouse at maine.).
and then I woke up because I was afraid I was actually peeing (it was a really convincing sensation) and was quite grateful to find that I was, in fact, not.