More Dreams

I had the most fucked up dream last night.  Way worse than the zombie ones.  I dreamed that I was getting married again, and it was bad.  I was wearing a magenta monstrosity with  super long train.  My hair and make up consisted of lots of glitter and fake flowers and beading off a shirt (don't ask, all I know is that my aunt was removing said beads off a shirt).  The hubster was also wearing a magenta jacket because his black one was too small.  Hair and make up was late and I was getting anxious and upset because everything was running late.  We decided to switch venues for some reason, and I decided to go to the new venue alone, but decided to stop into a Ralph's in full wedding attire to buy the following: a $20 salad from the salad bar, orange juice, balloons, and ice cream.  W-T-F!!!!  I got stuck in traffic.  My hair and make up was still not done.  Everyone was waiting at the new venue.  And to top that all off, Egg Roll could sing.  I so so so wish I could remember what she was singing, but she could sing.  A simple little song in her dog voice.  Maybe I need professional help.  I'm going to chalk it up to be overheated and the resultant dream was really a hallucination.

More zombies

*sigh*

Another zombie dream last night.  What the hell is wrong with me?  This time it was just weird.  A combination between Lost and The Walking Dead.  The hubster and I were racing to get onto a plane, but when we were in line to board, there was this high pitch sound that made us bleed from our ears and pass out.  We woke up on a plane with our female captain (not sure why the fact that she was an older woman stood out to me) was doing a loop to get a better view of Chicago.  Apparently, while we were passed out, the zombie apocalypse had taken place.  The airplane we were on rode more like what I imagine a spaceship/hovercraft would ride.  We were still in the air even though we were going slow.  We were flying past skyscrapers filled with zombies, and were flying through apartment complexes, around balconies, and all sorts of weird things.  As we passed balconies, we saw zombies hanging out like normal people, but they were zombies.  We passed a balcony filled with normal people which the zombies were not attacking.  Turns out they were the cast from Jersey Shore.  I know, super random!

Then the plane all of  sudden didn't have a roof and people were falling out of their seats and clinging on for dear life.  Of course, I fell out of the plane and into zombie Chicago.  Being resourceful, I started running around and meeting up with other zombie apocalypse survivors where we dodged zombie attacks by hitting them with plastic bags filled with bricks.

I really don't like these zombie dreams.  I wish they would stop.

Brains...

I had another zombie dream last night.  Yes, that's right another, meaning I've had them before.  This is the third zombie dream in the past month.  What's up with that?  This is not the first string of zombie dreams either.  The first involved Egg Roll (see below) as a time traveling, ghost phasing zombie hunter.  Yes, I'm weird.  These zombie dreams need to stop.

Egg Roll the time traveling, ghost phasing zombie hunter.

I know she's pretty fierce.