Y'know how if you wake up from a bad dream, you usually sit up for a while, not wanting to go back to sleep, because you're scared you'll dream the same thing again...but really, you just have a different dream when you go to sleep? Well, not this time.
We're in a small, 2 story house out in the country, and I think it's just my mother and me, but not my real mom, just a dream mom. People start showing up outside our house, blank look in their eyes, ramming into the house. I somehow realize what they are (I am an expert because I have seen two zombie movies, "Dawn of the Dead" and "Shaun of the Dead") and start to quietly go through the house and shut the windows and the doors. They seem very non-aggressive for zombies, but nonetheless, we board up the house.
Later, I come around the corner into the front entry way to see my dream mom sitting partially on the front porch, partially in the house, to get some sun. But there are zombies in the front yard, not really doing anything. I think it's because everything is so quiet. Then my dream mom gets up and walks back into the house, but doesn't shut the door behind her. A lone zombie walks in, and we both realize it, as my dream mom slinks away with a guilty look in her face, and as I run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom.
*WAKE*
I'm in the same two story house, except now my dream mom is gone, replaced with dream older brother and dream much younger sister. We are upstairs where the bedrooms are, and my little sister is sick. I think she has the Measles, but only because that's what she told me in the dream. She has her door blocked off somehow so that the zombies couldn't make it inside if they got in the house and made their way upstairs, even though the door is still open a crack for me to get in and out and check on her. I eventually put her in the master bedroom for my brother to look after, and lay in her bed, wondering if now I'll get the Measles. It's the most uncomfortable bed on the planet, so I get up and go into the bedroom with the other two. We're looking out the windows, which are for some reason all over the rooms, on every wall, and notice that the tops of the zombies' heads are just visible out the windows. Odd for a two story house. Then my dream brother looks and sees that one of them is entering through the back door because it didn't get shut/locked for some reason, and makes a crude joke about "he must like coming in the back door, hehehehe."
*WAKE*
And yeah...weird.
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! I spent my birthday up at 5:30am, working for eight hours, but my supervisor bought me lunch, so that was nice of him. Aaron got off work early for me so we could go to dinner, even though it was just Applebee's. And today is the beginning of my worst three days of the week:
Today -
11am - 12pm: class.
1pm - 2pm: class.
2:30pm: leave for work.
3pm - 12:30am: work.
Tuesday -
9:30am-10:45am: class.
3pm - 12:30am: work.
Wednesday -
11am - 12pm: class.
1pm - 2pm: class.
4pm - 7pm: class.
So. Lots of stuff going on that either don't last for a long time and have short breaks inbetween, or work that lasts a rediculously long nine and a half hours and having to get up earlyish the next day for more classes.
But at 8pm when "Lost" starts, my week gets a little better.
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