lawofar18 | Damn you, Dog Soldiers!

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.