Changing beds sucks. Also, dream blog.
Yeah. Tried to sleep in a different bed last night because it's in a room without carpeting. That didn't work well at all; I wound up waking at 2:30 A.M., then went back to my normal bed and had a weirdass zombie dream.
The oddest part is that I don't even remember zombies being at the beginning. Insofar as I can remember, myself and a few other ladies were all around this darkened, candle-lit table at someplace with dinner entertainment. We were talking with this beautiful lady who could turn herself into a chocolate Labrador. In short, we had to accept a declaration of gang war in a nearby theater - the old fashioned sort, like a less-grand opera house. We were using the seats almost like bunkers.
No breaks. I kinda ran out of ammo and had to flee.
Outside was even weirder. There were people with alien mantis heads, red lights and a sign or two reminding me that I was a coward and unskilled with firearms, and a cop that I thought was human.
Then he was all..."Brains."
Crap. Dream over.
The oddest part is that I don't even remember zombies being at the beginning. Insofar as I can remember, myself and a few other ladies were all around this darkened, candle-lit table at someplace with dinner entertainment. We were talking with this beautiful lady who could turn herself into a chocolate Labrador. In short, we had to accept a declaration of gang war in a nearby theater - the old fashioned sort, like a less-grand opera house. We were using the seats almost like bunkers.
No breaks. I kinda ran out of ammo and had to flee.
Outside was even weirder. There were people with alien mantis heads, red lights and a sign or two reminding me that I was a coward and unskilled with firearms, and a cop that I thought was human.
Then he was all..."Brains."
Crap. Dream over.