I've been having zombie dreams as of lately.

^^I spread them to you.

I dreamed that a girl in my class became do disgruntled that she left used maxi pads on each of the desks along with a individualized notes addressing the student that sits in the desk.

I did have a funny Silent Hill dream, but the most prominent dream was where I was essentially scolding and yelling at matt for not being a man. I tried to sit him down to talk to DCGG but when he got up to just walk away, I started yelling for him to get his a$$ back to the table.

I've been dreaming a lot latly about zombies and shadow creatures...

^Have you had above average exposure to such things in your waking life?

Had a very weird dream about being a nun. I was working in the church, and then going on a trip with a Priest to witness an exorcism. I remember walking through the home, behind the Priest, and doing the rosary over and over. When we reached the room, the dream changed and the Priest became my boyfriend...I was no longer a nun. I was catching my boyfriend cheating on me with the Exorcist girl. She kept screaming sexual obscenities while he quickly ran out of the house. I cornered him. and demanded what the hell he was doing (besides...it). He told me he has been seeing her at least twice a week for a month.

Woke up angry. I'm soo moving my new Exorcist girl prop out of my damn living room....fricken homewrecker.

I don't usually have weird dreams, at least not these days, but here's one I had just before waking up this morning:

Gareth and I were making out in the kitchen of our old apartment. Then we stopped to notice how cute Milo's crossed paws were (he has long legs and can cross his paws) -- in his little blue jeans. o.O Yes, he was wearing blue jeans. But all the friskiness stopped for good when we started arguing about frozen veggies. Gareth *insisted* that they were also dehydrated, but I tried to convince him they were really just frozen and had to go back in the freezer.

This one was a little odd: The dream first starts out where I was living with my parents in an house we used to live in--in the suburbs--and I saw a ghost walking along the path to the front door, so I immediately ran to the front door and opened it as soon as it knocked. The ghost made it's little screech at me, but as soon as it was finished I made my banshee scream at it causing it to run away; I chased it screaming like a banshee down the front lawn until we both were under a willow tree. The ghost then morphed into a proto Killer Klown from Outer Space (Klown face on a large dogs body minus the neck) after a short screaming match and chased me back to the front door. I was able to shut and lock the front door just as it extended a needle like weapon to kill me.

I proceeded to lock all doors and windows in the house because the Killer Klowns were growing in numbers outside; afterwords, I followed my dad up the stairs with a sword cane in hand--he was equipped with a very sharp sword and a couple of fully loaded guns--to my sister's bathroom where we taking refuge; I did advise my dad to spare a couple of bullets in case we needed them for ourselves. The Klowns did get to us, but we were able to kill the ones that were threatening us.

I dreamed last night that I was in a museum that had its walls lined with This with faces carved into the rock. In my dream I remember that I woke up in the middle of the night & snuck out of the house to visit this museum (not sure why I snuck out though) The walls were red-orange, but the rest of the museum was dark grey & black marble. I walked along the walls thinking of how tall they were & how amazing it was that faces were carved into the rock.

^That almost sounds like it could be a movie!

I would watch it

I've been having two or three very bizarre dreams whenever I sleep, even it's a two hour nap between classes and work. They're usually disastrous, like thousands of meteors falling from the sky or poison gasses in cities, but I've had dreams of having breast implants and steel spider legs, people swimming in garbage clogged rivers, and countless others. They blend into one another, because I'll wake up from one, and then doze off again minutes later and have another one.

I had a few weird dreams last night, but the most disturbing was that I was forced into joining a Killer Klown cult (run by none other than the Killer Klowns themselves). I feigned being a fervent priestess for a while until I could find my escape (and apparently, water makes their heads explode).

The best one was that my parents decided to buy an old ranch styled home and sold their historic home because the ranch needed no repairs, but they did not simply get a moderate sized ranch home but also a four story mansion behind it that was brimming with ghosts. The first two stories of the mansion had moderately haunted rooms, except that the second story had certain rooms were you can have a good "roll in the hay" with the ghosts. The third story was surprisingly devoid of any ghostly activity, but the largest room on the fourth floor (the master suite) was undeniably haunted by the ghost of the first inhabitant who was a person of science--even in death he was fervently seeking advances in science in his lab (built right into his bedroom). It later took on a Haunted Mansion story.

Had this one the other night:

I dreamed that my boyfriend and I were going out a new club, but before we could get here we had to drop off three bodies at a local funeral home. Ok, no big deal. We squeezed two of them in the back of a small Pontiac G6, and the third man was terribly hacked up and soup-like so he was put in an industrial strength garbage bag. He was placed at my feet on the driver's side. After much bitching from my boyfriend ("Why didn't we take the hearse? I can't believe you took the car...blahblahblah") we found the funeral home. We didn't have a gurney, so I decided to go into another building to find one. In the building there was a black maze, and Dangle from RENO 911 was in there doing a one-man haunted house. Once back outside, with no gurney, I find my boyfriend throwing the now empty body-bags into a pool. We then went on to the club.

I dreamed that I had gotten into a relationship with Julian Assange.

I dreamed I was driving around in a needlessly larger Hummer smoking weed with Graham Norton on our way to some party, it was a hoot of a dream.