Had another Zombie dream last night…or this morning; whichever you prefer. Unlike most of my Zombie dreams, it wasn’t one where I had one of my friends with me. In this one I was alone. I think I was in Europe somewhere. At any rate it wasn’t anywhere I’d ever been in my life. It was a nice place, with a big court-like area with fountains and nice buildings and stuff…and Zombies…lots of Zombies. It must have been right when the infection started because a lot of people were still alive, but that quickly began to change. I found myself running through this strange place avoiding Zombies and gunfire from survivors. The only weapon I had at my disposal was a small steak-knife. Any time a Zombie got close (which happened a lot), the only way for me to kill it would be to jam the knife into its head. I did pretty well for myself. My memory of this dream is somewhat foggy but the ending is crystal clear. At some point, I met up and formed a group with other survivors, gave one of them another knife I had found, but somehow we were separated and I was on my own again. Finally I made it to an evacuation center; a big metal door that was hard to get through on some rooftop. I opened it up and inside was a small room with other survivors holding it out. Here’s where the dream got terrifying. I got inside and it was like the ending of a movie. Upon waking I thought that this scene would fit right in in a Saw movie. I got inside, closed the door behind me, the other survivors locked it and then it was pretty much like a scene in a movie…just short clips of shit happening, then black, then other things happening, then black, almost as if it were quick pulses of events. What happened was the door locked; black. A back door opened and in marches soldiers in Swat get-ups; black. I see them shoot survivors who were bitten with no mercy on their faces; black. Those of us healthy enough to not be killed were tied up; black. I see them draining blood from the other survivors; black. I see blood everywhere, over creates that were on the ground and chains that were hanging from the ceiling. After all the hell I had been through, this new hell arises; black. They start draining my blood — a feeling I’ve never been a fan of, no matter how good of a cause giving blood is. They don’t stop draining blood. Since it was a dream I had the omnipresence thing going on so I knew why they were doing this. For some reason, they felt that since we survived, the key to an antidote lied in our blood. The dream ended with me seeing this gruesome scene while my blood is slowly but surely being completely drained from my body. I woke up pretty bummed out this morning. I think I would have rather toughed it out against the Zombies.
Something very bizarre just happened to me. I’m going to be cryptic on this one. I wish I didn’t believe in irrelevant shit having any sort of significant meaning but when I turned on my iPod, instead of continuing the playlist I had been listening to, it turned on a musician I try to not listen to anymore….
“…there will be books written about Harry — every child in our world will know his name!”
Decided to re-read the Harry Potter books. I’m feeling so content laying in my bed reading Sorcerer’s Stone.
I think whoever said “it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all” is a fucking moron. That’s like saying “it is better to have had a million dollars, then in the height of your dependency on it, it is taken away and you become bankrupt than to never have had a million dollars at all.” Fuck that jive.
Somewhere you’d like to move or visit
Hmm…good question. As much as I love saying I’m from Philadelphia (best city in the world…even though technically the city I live in is Glenolden, a short ride down the highway to Center City) I would like to someday have the means to travel and see the world. If I had the chance, I’d leave tomorrow to see all the places I’ve read about and seen in movies. I’d probably only bring with me a few changes of clothes and my cell phone to keep in touch, my iPod which comes with me everywhere, some headphones, and probably my DS so I can play games while I’m traveling. A place I’ve always wanted to visit for an extended period of time or live in for a bit is Japan. Growing up I was a huge nerd and loved Anime and I’m used to be a huge Gamer and since practically every great video game ever made has come from Japan, I’ve always wanted to go there. The Japanese culture is fascinating and it must be such a cool life to live. That would also require me to learn one of the most complex languages in the world, but I’d be up for it. Always wanted to learn Japanese. I would also love to visit Canada, because it seems like it’d be right up my alley. I’m a pretty huge hockey fan and I’d love to visit the land it originates from. Plus Canadian people are supposed to be super nice and friendly and something about the cold weather makes me feel like everything is fresher and more beautiful there. I’d like to go to Montreal while wearing a Danny Briere Flyers Jersey and hear the French-Canadiens scoff and talk about me in the gibberish they call a language. For that matter I’ve always wanted to be the asshole Flyers fan at an away game who gets drunk and is obnoxious the whole time. The ideal setting for that would be Pittsburgh. It will happen someday. But where I would like to some day move is somewhere with a view of the ocean…maybe California, even though living in LA is a nightmare from what I’ve heard and from my trips there, I’ve learned the people are real assholes. I want to take up surfing and be just a short walk away from being able to practice. I really think I could sit down on the beach and just watch/listen to the ocean for hours. Especially at night. There’s nothing better than feeling the sand under you, hearing the ebb and flow of the ocean while staring at the stars and getting lost and hypnotized watching the waves crash and retreat. There’s something magical about it. It’s so beautiful.