Huh.

[lierdumoa]

Woke up at, like, 8 this morning (this never happens) from bizarre zombie nightmare. There was this guy, and he was immune to the zombies. And I was him? In the dream? So they couldn't pass their zombieness onto him, but he had to fake it anyway so they wouldn't kill him. Mild cannibalism. And then he was in this house with these two kids after the zombies moved on, thinking they'd gotten to everyone, and there was this little girl who was also immune and her little brother. Except the guy went crazy, so he thought she was going to become one of them, or maybe she really was going to become one of them. Anway, he/I was, like, attacking her and then there was a scene change and I was in walking down streets and then the sun was setting and the zombies started coming out and there was nowhere to run and I woke up.

Later I went on a small shopping trip. Bought new hair product to try (w00t!), two Stephen King novels, and dinner. Sashimi. It was awesome. Really good little sushi place. Too bad about the *horrible pop music* they play too loudly all the time.

I managed to figure out five verses I could cut out of the LKBV song I mentioned two posts ago. I'll have to move one of the instrumentals back a verse. Even with cutting out verses and shortening the instrumentals, It's still going to be over 6 minutes.

::ponders::

Think I'll go poke at my Weir vid some more.

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[volefan.livejournal.com]

One of the nicest dreams I ever had was about zombies. I was Bruce Willis (strange given that Bruce Willis has never done a zombie film), with an appropriate sweaty vest and big gun and gunbelt full of ammo and extra weapons, waking up in a random corridor of a very big old creepy house, except I could hear faint music, which I was drawn towards. Long story short, I found a gigantic, very colourful and exuberent party underway in the cellar, full of zombies boogying like fiends, and I ended up apologising to the zombies I'd blown away with my big-ass gun while trying to find my way out of the house, and swing-dancing with this awesome zombie grandma. It turned out all the zombies just wanted to live it up, and didn't need brains after all.