Wednesday, December 29, 2010


Somehow, Alvin and the Chipmunks met Twilight. And I met the revived mother of King Tut.

There was a journey.

Friday, December 17, 2010


I was a superhero dude. I had a green outfit. I was at the prom with my chick, when these huge bad guys attacked us. Somehow, the meat of a ravioli spoke to me. Some lady was in trouble. I told the chick this and she was liek, "Whut?" "You know how you make ravioli for your family?" "Yeah?" "This ravioli spoke to me, and it wasn't for family." As if that was enough reason for me to go save some lady.

I go to the place on a tiny scooter. I can choose between a go-kart-like thing, a sweet motorcycle, and this scooter that's hardly big enough for me to fit on, but I choose the scooter because it's small enough and makes tight turns like no other. Suddenly, I come to the awesome realization: I can choose a hovercycle as well. If you've ever seen Generator Rex, you'll know what I'm talking about. So my legs turn into the hovercycle thing and I wind through this path like I've done it before. I have gone through these tight turns and narrow doorways before. I can't touch the chain-link fences or metal poles, because they'll make noise and I'll be ambushed.

I never make it to that lady.

In another dream, Mario is Link. Link is Mario. Link has a broken Master Sword, and Mario lost his parents in a haunted house. Mushrooms are everywhere, and a ghost floats in a room that Mario must go into. Mario is a worse coward than his brother. He goes into a downstair room, looking for his parents, who are upstairs and each enter different rooms. Mario must go through the game searching for his lost parents.

Friday, December 10, 2010


I'm in a store/cathedral-like place. I dunno. There are chairs like pews and windows like a mall store. There are zombies everywhere. I'm not sure if they're Left 4 Dead zombies or Resident Evil zombies or a new breed of zombie that is both fast, strong, diverse, and turns you into a zomb if you get bitten. Whatever.

Anyway, I'm in this place battling zombies with my mother, step-father and brother. Suddenly, I'm bitten buy an asian zombie. I kill him, but I still turn into one myself. But, instead of totally losing control and crying, "BRAINS BRRAAAIIINNSSSS!" I am still humanly sane. I look over and see a seriously fat zombie guy. He thinks I'm a zombie sister, so he invites me to kill my family with him. Somehow, he's blood-thirsty and sane. Okay. I'm not sure exactly what he's doing, but he extends his hand to me as if I were to take it. I do. We semi-tango over to my family. Right before we get to them, I shove him away. But wait! That wasn't part of the script!

I'm in a movie. The fat guy looks at me as if I'm retarded. The scene has been cut so that I can look over the script. Apparently, I shove him in a different direction. We don't try again. Instead, I see myself in newsreels, like E! news and stuff. I'm going to be in the new zombie movie. Somehow, I'm prettier. I have shorter hair. I almost look like Taylor Swift.

I wake up, stretch and turn around. My leg cramps up and I writhe in pain. FFFFFFFFFFF.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


I was looking for something. I could have been Thanksgiving, or maybe I was looking for the lost Thanksgiving. I dunno. I woke up and it was toasty in my room, thanks to my new heater that my parents bought.

Monday, December 6, 2010


I see House in a get-up that looks similar to what my dad would wear: khaki shorts, birkenstocks, too-tall yellow shirt, and something I can't ever see my dad wearing, a sun visor. He's going to work like this. He doesn't give a shit. I like that.

Saturday, December 4, 2010


I'm looking into the backyard and see my dogs out there. The grass is greener than usual. The backyard, acutally, is larger than usual. Someone is mowing the lawn. The dogs are freaking out and attempt attacking it. I look away for a second for something I don't remember.

When I look back, I see Zuzu running to the door with one hind leg held up high. On his foot is a skinny but long-wire round brush. A wire has stuck through his precious foot. I freak.


I bring him inside, and hope to disinfect his foot before extracting the brush. I'm afraid he'll get infected anyway, since he's so dirty.

I never take the brush out. I woke up.

Thursday, December 2, 2010