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Example 1: Angela dreamt that she shit flies. Yes, flies. The end. Sorry Angela. Example 2: Rebecca had a vivid dream in which only she, I, and our friend Josh survived a world-wide zombie outbreak. Pretty standard stuff, right? No. These weren’t your average zombies… hell, they weren’t even human. These were smart crocodile zombies! Zombidiles (as I like to call them) that came into being when some pesky Al Quedas dumped the dead body of Saddam Heissen into Buckingham Palace’s (non-existent) moat, thus turning all of the crocodiles contained in said moat into the intelligent undead simply from ingesting the pure concentrated evil within his blood. Two words: KICK. ASS. At least now we know what WMD’s he was hiding… it was the zombie juice coursing through his veins! I call movie rights! |
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This past Friday night, while drinking numerous delicious beers and shooting the shit with some friends, I learned that some people have much more interesting dreams than I do. While I’m not surprised by this considering I often can’t remember my dreams an entire 5 minutes after waking up (leading me to believe they must have been pretty dull), I’m still a bit jealous. I mean damn… it seems some people have an incredibly vivid imagination even when they’re not awake to use it.
June 17th, 2008 @ 7:18 am
Example 3: Your sister was telling me about one of her dreams where a bunch of us were at some haunted house. If you eat the pizza at this place, either inside or very close to this house, you can turn into a ghost-zombie-thing. So we all eat this pizza (for who knows what reason) and then start walking through this haunted house full of ghost-zombies, and one by one we all turn into these ghost-zombies after being touched by one of them. Everyone except for Sara who had the misfortune of seeing George banging her co-worker who also happened to be a ghost-zombie.
She was telling it to me like it was the scariest thing she had ever experienced while i’m trying my hardest not to laugh in her face. It was an odd one…
June 28th, 2008 @ 4:42 pm
So I was running through this pool of marshmallows in my flipflops, right? Then the manager came running out out nowhere and he starts going “mmmppgghhhhhhhhggghhhh,” and there was only 18 seconds to eject before the bowling alley closed and Tom, you were there, but you didn’t look like Tom and that was freaking me out! I love cheese!