Hazel's Boiler Room

I love my dreams. ^^

1- Venting (aka: Annoying Younger Brother)
Steven has made me angry before, but never like this. And he actually has the nerve to attack me after what he did? I snap, kicking him in the groin repeatedly and then stomping on his face when he collapses to the floor. Blood everywhere, running out of his eyes, nose, mouth... Maybe I went a little overboard. ((Haha, and we were getting along so well yesterday. IRL he'd be able to beat me up.))

2- I Love the Dead
The dream starts with a game of Star Wars Battlefront. "We've gotta get a move on," I say to my brother, nudging the body of a recently killed Storm Trooper with my toe. "We've only killed three of their men so far, and there're eight hundred left! If we don't hurry, we're going to lose for sure!"

But as soon as we walk outside--- plot change! Now we're fighting zombies instead of the Empire. I prefer to use my sword, but Steven insists that my gun is the best choice. Whatever, he'd know best when it comes to things like this. We shoot down a ton of zombies as we make our way to a large building at the end of the road. Some of the zombies are actually quite conversational... But any zombie is better off dead.

Once inside the building, we are immediately surrounded by more mindless undead. Easy kills. It's the three "sane" ones we have to look out for. There's a young girl, fifteen at the most, and a couple of lovebirds. To my disgust, the girl vomits everywhere. "Nasty little thing," I mutter, putting a bullet through her head... At least, that's what I attempted to do. But the bullet turns to water as soon as it makes contact. What the...?

"The scent of my puke acts as a shield against bullets," she giggles.

"Oooh, can we get some of that shield?" her blond companion asks.

"Of course!" she breathes all over the tall blond zombie and her lover.

"That's just gross!" I say, drawing my sword and hacking at the teenage zombie. Damn, that shield is pretty tough. My sword, which should have beheaded the girl in a single blow, has embedded only about halfway through her neck.

"Hehe, that tickles!"

I end up only chopping one of her arms off before we're forced to run.

*time lapse*

Steven and I split up; I am now traveling with my friend Brigitte. We are having a conversation with a guy who would be gorgeous... if only he weren't a zombie. I end up fighting him, but it is only half-heartedly and mainly out of habit. About halfway through the fight we just sort of get tired of it and wander off.

A little bit later, that same zombie comes and rescues us from a bit of trouble with that loony zombie girl from earlier. Brigitte has an obvious fondness for the guy, and they suddenly start kissing.

Ugh, I don't know which is worse. Zombie puke, or kissing a zombie. Either way, I can't stop myself from singing some Alice Cooper:

I love the dead
Before they're cold
Their blueing flesh
For me to hold...

The two get annoyed with me and break it up. Brigitte and I leave.

We find a zombie "safe spot."

"Zombies don't like rows and rows of trees," Brigitte tells me. "We should be safe here."

But we're not, because one tree is missing. (One freaking tree!) In the place of where the tree is supposed to be is a small tv screen, which is allowing me to see what Brigitte's zombie and this dark haired zombie girl were discussing earlier. A rebellion?

The two of them walk up just as I am watching this, but I don't remember anything after that.