Dreams

Dream #1

I was on a reality television show called Zombies. On the show, they’d gather up 300 contestants that would represent a microcosm of the real world. The producers would then put them into a rather large mall (about the size of the West Edmonton Wall). One every week (it would always be a surprise), a group of zombies would attack the contestants and it would be a battle of survival of the fittest to see who won. The show was remarkably real, with contestants armed with shotguns and flame-throwers. The collateral damage was high and a lot of the contestants were killed. I confronted a producer with this, and I was told that they had *very effective ways of re-cloning lost body parts. They made no mention of how they’d replace lost heads. At the end of the evening of the episode that I was in, the zombies burst through a wall, each of them using vehicles. Since the traps that I had made were for zombies on foot, our defenses were pretty much useless. Seeing that defeat was at hand, I ran out and tried to find a doorway out. I managed to find a doorway, but the doorway didn’t let me out of the mall, but rather into a spaceship. As I flew away from Earth, I saw that Galactus was addressing the survivors. It seemed that the Earth was about to end at his hand.

Dream #2

It was a couple of days before September 11th 2001, but for some reason, I knew about the attacks. Watching in the van, I noticed that a large amount of aboriginals and blacks were cashing some really large Cheques. It became clear to me that they had banded together and they wanted to bring America down because of the injustices brought upon them. (This is what happens when you read David Icke before you go to sleep, kids).

Dream #3

Megan and I were on a date, sitting in my truck. I was kissing her neck with small kisses that ended up with a lick. She told me that my technique was satisfactory.