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This weekend I actually slept in a big comfy bed, and it resulted in the greatest dream I ever had.
I was in a basement, getting ready to film a movie. Caitie was the director, getting this ready. A couple of my friends showed up to watch filming. I had no idea what I was doing. But, shooting begins.
I walk upstairs out of the basement into the glimmering moonlight, staring at the sky as I walk to the next house. There, Tom Keane waits at the front door, warning me not to go in there. I tell him that I must, so he holds open the door as he presses a button, revealing an opening floor that leads down to a basement. But suddenly it isn't a movie anymore, it's real life.
The basement is full of zombies, most of which I recognize as people I really don't like. And I am suddenly holding an AK-47 and a magnum. I start blowing away all the zombies, laying into them with machine gun fire, beating them to death with the butt of my guns once I'm out of ammo, as they try climbing the stairs I'm on to eat my brains.
I turn up the stairs, and at the top is Clinton Wong, dressed as Rambo. I toss him my empty guns and shout, "RAMBO! RELOAD!" Wongbo tosses me two grenades, which I pull the pins off with my teeth, and toss into the clutter of zombies as I run up the stairs, escaping the explosion of flames and body parts.
If you can name me a more bad-ass dream than killing the people you dislike as zombies while Clinton Wong/Rambo tosses you grenades, you're a fucking liar.
I was in a basement, getting ready to film a movie. Caitie was the director, getting this ready. A couple of my friends showed up to watch filming. I had no idea what I was doing. But, shooting begins.
I walk upstairs out of the basement into the glimmering moonlight, staring at the sky as I walk to the next house. There, Tom Keane waits at the front door, warning me not to go in there. I tell him that I must, so he holds open the door as he presses a button, revealing an opening floor that leads down to a basement. But suddenly it isn't a movie anymore, it's real life.
The basement is full of zombies, most of which I recognize as people I really don't like. And I am suddenly holding an AK-47 and a magnum. I start blowing away all the zombies, laying into them with machine gun fire, beating them to death with the butt of my guns once I'm out of ammo, as they try climbing the stairs I'm on to eat my brains.
I turn up the stairs, and at the top is Clinton Wong, dressed as Rambo. I toss him my empty guns and shout, "RAMBO! RELOAD!" Wongbo tosses me two grenades, which I pull the pins off with my teeth, and toss into the clutter of zombies as I run up the stairs, escaping the explosion of flames and body parts.
If you can name me a more bad-ass dream than killing the people you dislike as zombies while Clinton Wong/Rambo tosses you grenades, you're a fucking liar.