Peanuckle on 10/9/2007 at 04:06
Ok, this one involves a game, a restaurant and a graphic suicide on my part.
The first portion of the dream was pretty much Dead Rising. I was running my arse off inside a mall kicking zombie butt. I eventually got outside to the chopper, zombies chasing after me. I hopped in the chopper and closed the door, but 2 zombies had gotten inside the back passenger seats. They didn't attack us though.
A little while into the flight I noticed that my pilot had a bag of peanuts. This was my chance to save our lives from the not too imminent danger! I turned around and informed the zombies that there were peanuts in the seats, and that they might have some under theirs. While they eagerly searched for the peanuts, I took the opportunity to open up the door, grab them by the hair and throw them to their deaths.
We landed in a small field that had stone pillars of varying heights, along with a small sedan. I spent a good long time hopping from pillar to pillar, but eventually I fell off. The leader of the zombies, who looked suspiciously like Elvis in a state of advanced decay, came up to me and started peacefully debating the pros and cons of dying. Essentially, he wanted me to lie down on the hood of the car so they could start eating me. I asked him for a few minutes to collect myself and he left me walk off a bit. I took this opportunity to run like hell.
I eventually came to a restaurant and ran inside. The people took no heed to my warnings, so I ran upstairs, where I met my entire family! Thanks for showing up guys!
While the zombies massacred the people below, I decided that I did not want to be willing zombie food, so I took the easy way out. I grabbed a meat cleaver, said my goodbyes and ran it through my chest. I made some kind of odd noise and pulled the knife back out, then walked over to an open window. I started some speech about life and death and eating that I can't remember anymore, but I do remember my mouth becoming less responsive as I lost blood due to a heavily damaged heart. I fell out the window and as always, woke up before I hit the ground.
What an odd twist on a typical dream eh?
Scots Taffer on 10/9/2007 at 05:31
In other news, I took the biggest crap this morning.
crunchy on 10/9/2007 at 05:41
Quote Posted by Scots Taffer
In other news,
I took the biggest crap this morning.
Where to and did it enjoy it?
Oceanstorm on 10/9/2007 at 05:53
Quote Posted by Scots Taffer
In other news,
I took the biggest crap this morning.
Did you "log out" of your pc?:joke: Couldn't say where to but crap seems to enjoy swimming.
Can I have some of whatever Peanuckles on?:p
Shayde on 10/9/2007 at 09:41
A teeny weeny announcement: my giant dong is still MASSIVE.
Sulphur on 10/9/2007 at 09:48
Quote Posted by Scots Taffer
In other news,
I took the biggest crap this morning.
All that baloney'll do that to you, mate. :D
kidmystik101 on 10/9/2007 at 10:05
CommChat: Seriously, what the fuck is going on?
Oskar Cruo on 10/9/2007 at 10:34
Scotts Taffer, you like to crap don't you?
A teeny weeny update: my "spash proof" keyboard died. It seems that pint of juice is not equivalent to "spash".
Peanuckle on 10/9/2007 at 16:08
I think we have a cabal of people who visit each thread and post the same conversation in order to hijack it.
And no Oceanstorm, my dream drugs are mine and mine alone!
Tocky on 11/9/2007 at 02:18
I've never seen a dream thread go over well here.
I've had your dream. I awake in the second floor of an old victorian and walk to the window where the wind billows sheer gauze curtains. Across a field of golden sedge I see a figure ambling my way. Yep. Sometimes it's zombie CIA aliens. I fight for what feels like hours killing them in gruesome ways and always just barely escaping by climbing shelves and shimmying through windows and such. Then I realize what dream I'm having and force myself awake. It happens during times of stress and can be quite entertaining if harrowing.
I've been told that killing in dreams is actually a sign of feeling helpless. Then too there are the connotations about aging and death. Nuts and collums? Hmmm. Nah. Just usual dream flotsam.
