Knives
I had this pretty ridiculously awesome dream which I felt I was complete control over. I was at my mother's house in St. Pete and the zombie apocalypse was occurring. I was leading some people to guard certain positions in the house when the dining room had ripped off and a bunch of zombies had taken over the backyard. A few people died, but I totally chopped off this zombie's head with my chef's knife. The zombie's head's consistency was that of a rubber chicken, which was weird.
I have the next two days off. Finally.
(New tag: dreams)
I have the next two days off. Finally.
(New tag: dreams)