Now is the time when I recant you of my odd ass dream I had last night with no CAPITALS or p.u,n!c-t(u)a*t'i:o"n{ or even grammar. There might even be a part where there are no spaces... well anyway, not a whole lot of the dream can be remembered, but there was a part where I seemed to be flying maybe it was the introduction to the dream, I cant quite remember. Most of my dreams are very theatrical, coulda been the opening credits roll... you never know. The whole the begining of the dream started out where everything in the world moved as it would have everyday, then something horrible happend. Aliens or something, I dunno, UFOs. Everyone was freaking out and running around and these UFOs started chucking these green meteors or some crap at the ground into the crowds of people that were rioting 'n sheit. These metor things exploded into a green liquid type thing and everything the liquid touched died instantly. This went on for a while, right? Well, after a while, everything that was killed by the green crap started being zombified, right? Before this my dream diddn't have anything to do with me, it was me just kinda watching what happend, but this is where I came in. Me and Preston were trying to go somewhere, I guess we were just running from the zombie hordes, and we got seperated, I remember that. So I just go through exploring this zombie world, defending myself with a trusty aluminum bat and meeting all the people I know and continually getting seperated from them. I guess I finally got to wherever me and Preston were heading to at the beginning, and it is like this big building thing. A buncha people, most of them showing the fatigue of X-TREME battle with zombies, were outside. I kept running into people that I meet earlier in the dream so I guess that's where everyone was heading. I distinctly remember me running into Carrie, but like, both of her feet were broken to the point where they were facing in the other direction. I met almost everyone I saw earlier except for preston. I guess he died at the hands of a crazed-zombie/guy. Guards were letting only a few in at a time, right? I thought it was safe inside so I got past the guards and inside was this big black room about the size of the gym at North that had light coming from nowhere. Me and three other people were just chilling in there, right? Wondering what it was, and suddenly one of the walls just dissapeared, and a massive horde of zombies was on the other side. Like hugely massive. Probably about 800. Of Course all four of us still had our zombie beatin' weapons, except mine changed from a bat to Ichigo's Zanpakuto of awesomeness, and we all just started attacking and cutting and slashing and kickin' some major ass, right? It went on for a while and I guess all three of the others were overwhelmed and died or something 'cause I never saw them again, but then this like this huge muscley big zombie walks up to me. All the other little ones back off after the big guy stepped up and formed a circle around us. I just kept slicing at this guy and he showed no damage at all. It doesn't even look like I cut him. He just keeps coming and coming, so finally I just run up to him holding the sword with one hand on the hilt and the other on the back of the blade, and just jam it into his shoulder and his arm just comes off. He isn't even phased by this. He just keeps on smiling and coming at me. I get back and get ready to lunge again 'cept this time I go for his legs and bam! Both of his legs are gone he doesn't seem phased by that either, so I figure lets see if he likes it if I cut off his head. I start sawing through his neck and he doesn't even do anything with his remaining arm while I do it. It took a while, after I finally get through it and I get up ready to face the rest of the horde, they all just stand there looking at me and thats all I can remember from the dream. It was pretty bad ass though, Ichigo's Zanpakuto was totally the awesome. I'm just gonna end it suddenly right... now
Current Mood: 
okay
Current Music: Buffalo Springfield - For What It's Worth