Of Vandals and Zombies...

Dream #1
*** Dreamt August 15-16, 2012 (approximately 3:00am) ***

I was visiting my old work, which was now a total dump! When I worked there before it was an office building full of cubicles and computers. Now it was an old warehouse which had been converted into a machine shop. It was cool to see several of my old co-workers, and they asked if I could help build an old car engine with them. I said I would, though I don't ever remember actually building it. I was a little worried about my car, because due to limited parking, I had double parked behind a friend of mine.

When we were done for the day we headed outside and I saw that the front wheels had been stolen from my car. Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't just the tires...my car had been stripped! The doors were gone, the engine was gone, I think the front seats were gone. I'm unsure how I initially only noticed the wheels, but the whole thing was really practically just a frame with back wheels now.

Luckily I had my bicycle (I don't know where this came from, since I'd driven my car there), so I started home. I was somehow talking to people who weren't there as I rode my bike. I asked my buddy Corey if he was still working at that shop and he said he was and that he could come pick me up in the morning if I wanted since I no longer had a car.

I thanked him and my other buddy Eli started fist pumping and stuff because he was so excited that I was going to be working there again.

Then I woke up.

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Dream #2
*** Dreamt August 15-16, 2012 (approximately 7:00am) ***

I was in my parents' house with at least 4 other people...I don't know who they were. We'd been watching the news about the zombie virus that was spreading and we were getting pretty freaked out. This virus was different than the normal zombie virus, because you could still be a normal functioning human and all of the sudden just get uncontrollable urges to bite people and spread the infection. And that's what we were facing, because at some point we realized that one of the guys there with us had the virus.

Of course, the only treatment for the zombie virus is to kill the host, so me and 2 of the others were planning to kill this guy. He was freaking out, 'cuz he kinda knew we were going to have to kill him, but he wasn't sure, and was crying and panicking and shouting and stuff.

The 2 others told me to bring the infected guy downstairs and they'd join me in a sec to help finish him off, so I brought him down there and he was freaking out and suddenly bent over and bit my arm. For some reason I found myself unable to use my arms and legs so my only recourse was to bend down and bite him back on the crown of his head, and I bit him HARD.

He snapped back, shocked that I'd bitten him, and I looked down and saw that his bite on my arm somehow hadn't broken skin. He paced around the room a few times, shouting about how I'd bitten him WAY harder than he'd bitten me, then he bit me again!! So I bit him back again, and again he got very mad and shocked that I'd bitten him. I grabbed a chair (apparently my arms were now working) and was keeping him at bay like a lion-tamer. I told him to wait there and that I'd be right back.

I ran upstairs to find out what was taking the other 2 guys who were supposed to be helping me kill the zombie, and they were just standing around in the kitchen watching TV. I was SO mad at them. They apologized and said they'd forgot, so we headed back down to kill the zombie guy.

Then I woke up.

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I know! I haven't posted on here in FOREVER!! A big part of the reason is I haven't been remembering my dreams like I used to, also I'm lazy. But last night I had two crazy dreams, each of which I remembered rather vividly, so I thought I'd make a blog entry for old times sake.