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Apr. 7th, 2009 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaPeople! STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT BEING ZOMBIES.
I... really don't need anymore zombies in my dreams.
Well, okay, so this wasn't a ZOMBIE dream per se. It was actually a cracky horror movie dream.
I was at this writer's apartment, who was writing a horror story that involved sending messages, and some sort of Jigsaw-esque doll. Anyway, I'd gotten sent a message, and come over, and had a near attack (in another dream, wth brain interconnected dreams?) and the writer was all very -_-; about this, figuring it to be a stunt, just like everyone else figured it was a stunt of his. These two guys come over, and they're the one's who are supposed to have the creepy doll? But they don't, and then this thick set srs faced woman delivers a note from the doll.
And suddenly there's a whole bunch of us in the room, presumably trying to figure out the doll's message, getting V.V.V.V. frustrated with each other...
And eventually I turn to this zombie, who's been standing very well behaved and all, and say 'HEY GUYS. Let's not take our anger out on each other, let's go zombie hunting!'
Everyone: YAY
Zombie: ~perks up! Starts to lead the way~
Me: Okay everyone, AHOY!
Everyone: AHOY
Me: Arrrrrrrrrgh
Zombie: aaaaaaaaaargh
Everyone AHOY
Zombie+ Me: aaaaaaargh
...it was, the weirdest ending... ever.
I... really don't need anymore zombies in my dreams.
Well, okay, so this wasn't a ZOMBIE dream per se. It was actually a cracky horror movie dream.
I was at this writer's apartment, who was writing a horror story that involved sending messages, and some sort of Jigsaw-esque doll. Anyway, I'd gotten sent a message, and come over, and had a near attack (in another dream, wth brain interconnected dreams?) and the writer was all very -_-; about this, figuring it to be a stunt, just like everyone else figured it was a stunt of his. These two guys come over, and they're the one's who are supposed to have the creepy doll? But they don't, and then this thick set srs faced woman delivers a note from the doll.
And suddenly there's a whole bunch of us in the room, presumably trying to figure out the doll's message, getting V.V.V.V. frustrated with each other...
And eventually I turn to this zombie, who's been standing very well behaved and all, and say 'HEY GUYS. Let's not take our anger out on each other, let's go zombie hunting!'
Everyone: YAY
Zombie: ~perks up! Starts to lead the way~
Me: Okay everyone, AHOY!
Everyone: AHOY
Me: Arrrrrrrrrgh
Zombie: aaaaaaaaaargh
Everyone AHOY
Zombie+ Me: aaaaaaargh
...it was, the weirdest ending... ever.
