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So I'm basically just using my LJ as a dream journal now. Before I was keeping these as private entries, but what the hell, I've got nothing to hide.
Last night I dreamt that the city of Toronto was subject to an annual zombie invasion. The zombies would arrive at a set day every year, at nightfall, and overrun the city. This was a pretty big deal but for some reason not quite a big enough deal to warrant the attention of the military. Anyway a lot of people would die each year.
The previous year Trevor and I had holed up in our apartment and fought them off. Katie and I were planning to do the same this year, and Trevor had left behind a sawed-off shotgun from the previous effort. Katie devised a number of other mechanisms with which to defend ourselves, but the shotgun was the only serious weapon, so I clung to it pretty tightly.
The afternoon of the night of the zombie attack I decided to visit a bookstore in Kensington. I figure it was too early for the zombies to be out but apparently I was wrong because while I was the some earlybirds barged in. The shopkeeper and the few customers there were all like "Oh shits." The zombies looked pretty human, except they had tentacles instead of arms. They started to eat one of the customers, and I managed to escape while they were busy.
I ran to a local mall and sat down with a coffee to think. I called Katie and explained the situation to her. I wanted to come home, but I was afraid that I would draw the attention of the zombies and lead them into the apartment. Katie wanted me to come home too but she agreed there was a risk. She told me she'd call me back.
One thing I considered doing was heading to a local bar down the street (possibly the Last Temptation) which was holding some sort of "sit around with guns and attempt to survive the night" gathering.
Instead I went to a jewelery shop in the mall, and found Calvin Klein there. For some reason I knew Calvin Klein, he was basically the equivalent of Hayden Christensen to me at that moment. I was all like, hey what are you doing here, and then I was like, hey I should hang around him, celebrities never get eaten by zombies!
Last night I dreamt that the city of Toronto was subject to an annual zombie invasion. The zombies would arrive at a set day every year, at nightfall, and overrun the city. This was a pretty big deal but for some reason not quite a big enough deal to warrant the attention of the military. Anyway a lot of people would die each year.
The previous year Trevor and I had holed up in our apartment and fought them off. Katie and I were planning to do the same this year, and Trevor had left behind a sawed-off shotgun from the previous effort. Katie devised a number of other mechanisms with which to defend ourselves, but the shotgun was the only serious weapon, so I clung to it pretty tightly.
The afternoon of the night of the zombie attack I decided to visit a bookstore in Kensington. I figure it was too early for the zombies to be out but apparently I was wrong because while I was the some earlybirds barged in. The shopkeeper and the few customers there were all like "Oh shits." The zombies looked pretty human, except they had tentacles instead of arms. They started to eat one of the customers, and I managed to escape while they were busy.
I ran to a local mall and sat down with a coffee to think. I called Katie and explained the situation to her. I wanted to come home, but I was afraid that I would draw the attention of the zombies and lead them into the apartment. Katie wanted me to come home too but she agreed there was a risk. She told me she'd call me back.
One thing I considered doing was heading to a local bar down the street (possibly the Last Temptation) which was holding some sort of "sit around with guns and attempt to survive the night" gathering.
Instead I went to a jewelery shop in the mall, and found Calvin Klein there. For some reason I knew Calvin Klein, he was basically the equivalent of Hayden Christensen to me at that moment. I was all like, hey what are you doing here, and then I was like, hey I should hang around him, celebrities never get eaten by zombies!