How to Kill Zombies 101
I had decided to enroll in my university's ROTC program, which meant that I would be taking some classes with the army. The first requirement to enroll was a strip search and a drug test. Jesus Christ.
The drug test was first. This wasn't a normal drug test. They wanted a blood sample, but to get it they dug a toothpick into my skin until it gushed with blood. The results were inconclusive. The recruiter told me I could do it again or wait until tomorrow. I told her I would wait until tomorrow, but had vowed in my mind to not come back.
I was enrolled in classes anyways and went. Our class was in the middle of a football stadium. Lining all of the edges were massive rock climbing walls. Our first few classes were on how to scale these huge things fast.
After that was mastered (or in my case, just barely acceptable), it was time to learn to kill zombies. YAAAAAAAAS.
The lights of the football stadium were turned off and hundreds of students volunteering to act as zombies were released in the interior rooms. Our goal: survive.
I started off with a baseball bat and was whacking zombies as I went room to room. They were easy to kill and I must have felt pretty badass since my baseball bat got upgraded to two badass knives/swords. I was so badass chopping off zombie heads at lightning speed.
I came into another dark room but was surprised to find that no one was in there. Except a tiny black and yellow snake. It tried to go after me, so I smashed it under a rock. I later learned that despite it being so tiny, it was 1000 times deadlier than any normal snake on Earth. We later found out that one of my peers had released the snake to reduce competition, hoping to kill off her classmates. A long ass snake montage with epic music then played in my mind. It was about how the girl hatched the snake and took care of it and she became evil under its influence.
Diagon Alley
I needed to visit a certain pub in Diagon Alley to mail (via owl, of course) a letter to Harry, Ron, and Hermione about something super important. I was dropped off at the wrong street. My GPS said it was a 15 minute walk to the street where the pub was actually located...on Waking Alley, in the town of Pech (I had been reading a book in German before I went to sleep...).
I met a highschool girl and her brother on the way there. They were also walking there.
Tall Ladders
This dream is fuzzy in recall. I was brewing ale...and had to bring it to a very tall platform...but the only way to get to the top of the platform was to climb a very tall ladder.
Halfway House
In another reality, in which I was still living with my parents, they decided they would disown me and kick me out. I had nowhere to go so I winded up living in a halfway-house version of where I used to live. Kestrel and Ginger still lived there. We were trying to find out if I had any marketable skills. I could sort-of paint.
We went out to a movie and there was a strange guy at the movies. He kept trying to cuddle.
Tripping and Hooping
I was tripping with some hippies. We were outside and the sky was like a cartoon.
I went home later and hula hooped. I discovered I could levitate (a common dream-theme regarding hula hooping for me, strangely).
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