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.

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!