I always find myself amused and entertained by the complex, cinematic nature of my dreams. Being a full-fledged media junky, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my dreams frequently feature high-speed chases, over-the-top fight scenes and a lot of gunplay.
Last night I dreamed that I was battling a zombie horde in the deserted streets of the inner city. While this is in no way an original storyline, it is odd that I dreamed about that last night, since I haven't read/played/watched anything with zombies for quite some time now.
After becoming quite adept at holding back the unrelenting army of the breathing-challenged, I was pulled through a dimensional portal into an alternate universe. I quickly learned that I had been pulled through this rift to help this new world stand against their own zombie problem.
My immediate thought (both in the dream and in waking when recalling the dream) was - If you possess the technology capable of bridging the gap between dimensions, why the hell do you need my help for a simple zombie problem?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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