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So I had at least two separate dreams last night, but the most memorable of the two went a little something like this:
I had just gone in with a few guys (I really couldn't say who. They were pretty much just vague filler-characters)on buying a house. We got a nice deal, had plenty of space, were all moved in with a fairly kick-ass sounds system set up. All seemed well! But, alas, it was too good to be true.
Apparently the house came with a curse, which manifested as a zombie that we simply couldn't get rid of. It just wandered free-range inside the house, constantly trying to attack us and eat our brains. This was indeed a problem. How were we supposed to live in the same house as a hungry zombie?
Fortunately, we discovered our solution by accident. During a typical day off zombie attack dodging, somebody turned on the stereo. First we discovered that classic rock would send the zombie into an even more unpleasant frenzy. Then, however, we found that some even halfway-decent indie rock would mellow the undead dude right out. At that point, we could even get him to just chill out on the couch and watch TV in the next room over.
So in the end, we kept the house and learned to manage our pet zombie with ease. happy ends for all!
I had just gone in with a few guys (I really couldn't say who. They were pretty much just vague filler-characters)on buying a house. We got a nice deal, had plenty of space, were all moved in with a fairly kick-ass sounds system set up. All seemed well! But, alas, it was too good to be true.
Apparently the house came with a curse, which manifested as a zombie that we simply couldn't get rid of. It just wandered free-range inside the house, constantly trying to attack us and eat our brains. This was indeed a problem. How were we supposed to live in the same house as a hungry zombie?
Fortunately, we discovered our solution by accident. During a typical day off zombie attack dodging, somebody turned on the stereo. First we discovered that classic rock would send the zombie into an even more unpleasant frenzy. Then, however, we found that some even halfway-decent indie rock would mellow the undead dude right out. At that point, we could even get him to just chill out on the couch and watch TV in the next room over.
So in the end, we kept the house and learned to manage our pet zombie with ease. happy ends for all!