Damn you, Dog Soldiers!

[lawofar18]

Yesterday, I dreamt that I was holed up in a house with my family, fighting off a pack of zombie dogs. All we had to do was survive until morning, so I dragged the heaviest stuff in the house over to block off the three entrances into the house. I went upstairs to fetch another weapon, and when I came back down, all my barricades were gone.

I asked my dad what had happened, and he replied that I was making a mess with my barricade, and he had done some cleaning up, and why did he always have to clean up after me?! Extremely pissed and just a little bit in disbelief, I pointed out that the barricades were, you know, saving our lives from the zombie dogs outside. My dad simply sniffed and said we could just put up the blockades again when the dogs started attacking. I tried to point out that this wouldn't work very well at all, but he wouldn't listen to me. ARGH.

Apparently, my dream was also very low-budget, because even though there was an entire pack outside our house, each time the dogs attacked, only three dogs would appear inside my house (the same three dogs, too). The boss fight also included me and this other skinny dude hopping around each other waving broken bottles.

I'm still mad at Dream!Dad.

Comments

[rosehiptea.livejournal.com]

That's really funny. (I mean, now, I imagine the dream was kind of scary.)

[raze--the-rose.livejournal.com]

I laughed at the "low budget" dream remark. You have a lot of zombie dreams, eh? I wish I had exciting dreams. My last one was a simple (and already forgotten) conversation between my room mate, my brother, and I. I always dream about boring, real life stuff.

[fantasticrice.livejournal.com]

Haha, I can't believe there are boss fights in your dreams. Maybe it's time to start cutting back on the video games. ;)

[sensoo.livejournal.com]

I concur. But I get lots of weird zombie dreams and yea, I hate it when my weapons/barricades/people disappear.

Last night it was Mongolians (if Mongolians came from Mad Max land). And Batman and I nearly got our asses handed to us.

Also: I know women who wake up pissed at husbands for stuff that was done in dreams. I've done that too...lol. (Well, not to my husband, I don't have one...and not because of a wonderful life insurance policy or anything...I was never married. Really.)