Dream 11/02/09

I was running away from some sort of zombie monster that was eating my friends, or at least the people who were running with me, in a school. One by one, my friends would disappear only to be discovered dead in some way (decapitated, maimed, gnawed on, etc.). At the end, when all that was left was me, I discovered I was the monster I was running from. I killed/maimed/ate my friends. Lovely.

And, to complete that experience, I awake to my friend's pics of a Zombie Walk.

Dream 10/22/09

Energy vampires were chasing me. They looked somewhat like the Wraith from Stargate: Atlantis. They cocooned their victims and drained their energy over days eventually leaving them as withered shells. I eventually had them follow me into an android factory in Japan and had them "feed" on an army of these:


Which had the effect of electrocuting the vampires. Unlike all the horror movies, I didn't check to make sure they were dead, I just ran! I don't care if they are still alive, I am and would like to remain that way. The monster always grabs the checker and kills them! (As my dad always says, "That's in the script. They need another twenty minutes of the hero being chased to fit a normal movie length.") Self preservation is a great motivator!

I'm sure my thyroid issues were to blame for this dream's plot. For the vampires, I blame my crush on Joe Flanagan!

Dreams 6/4/09

It was a 1940s crime thriller about a man who was being framed for something he didn't do. (a la The Fugitive but the crime wasn't murder.) Jason and I had stumbled upon evidence of his innocence and were trying to locate him to help him. Somehow, I saw something in the logo of the company that was accusing him (industrial espionage, maybe?) that told me where I could find him. It was a combo of the Pepsi-Cola, Chili's, and Gander Mountain logos that led us to a tunnel underneath this company built on a mountain. Brilliant! He hid underneath the business out to destroy him! They'd never look there! Jason looked like a very dashing Errol Flynn. The man (I don't remember his name) looked like William Holden. And I, I looked like pictures of my grandma. Shocking. (What? You expected a real picture of me?? Sucker!) When we found the man, he had been mildly injured by a bullet and I can remember but one line from the whole dream. Jason said, "One word: hospital." We then pulled him into our 1940 Buick convertible and drove off into the sunset!

I am of the belief that hats should come back into fashion. Well, more than they have been. I am very fond of a man in a hat. (If Jason would only start wearing the hats I choose for him!) Women too, for that matter. If I wouldn't have embarassed the bejeezus out of my sister on Easter, I would have bought this hat that went with my outfit quite well. All red and black straw. Quite fetching. Quite. (Quite is apparently the word of the day. Deal with it!)