Take That, Sausage Face!

I think you can get an idea of just how freakishly polite people at my school are by the fact that I was surprised when someone /didn't/ hold a door for me.

I mean, I was right there! And she clearly wasn't in a hurry or anything. I'd have held the door for her.

But that's unimportant. Today, I'm here to talk about the dream I had night before last. I (finally!!) had a dream involving zombies. Yeah, I know! Awesome! Right? Well, unfortunately, I didn't kick ass.

My dad and I were in a room - an upstairs bedroom of some kind in a mansion-y thing - lying in wait on the couches. The zombies were outside the room, some of them perched in trees (I didn't know zombies had the balance for that, but apparently the zombies of my subconscious do), some of them sitting on the windowsills, some climbing up the walls. Whenever one got close enough, we'd sit up, take a shot at 'em, and then lay back down again. For some reason, none of the zombies ever climbed in the windows and tried to eat us.

Anyway, my dad ran out of ammo, so he took my gun and ran off downstairs to do God knows what, leaving me armed with a gun that fired only sausages.

...okay, if you were expecting this to be really bad-ass, you stand corrected. Am I right?

Anyway, so I spot a zombie, I sit up, take aim, and the zombie breaks character and starts laughing. He says "Are you serious? Sausages?" They weren't even bratwursts or anything. They were like...little tiny breakfast sausages. Lil smokies. Who knows.

I raise my gun to fire again (don't make fun of my sausage-gun, I'll fire another one in your face) and realize that I am absolutely exhausted. Not just tired, but can't-keep-my-eyes-open, can-barely-lift-the-sausage-gun tired. I can't even aim because my eyelids are so heavy that I can only see the zombie's feet.

At this point I decide to run away, and somehow end up climbing up a winding staircase in this very tall white tower, where it's easy to avoid the zombies because they don't see me coming up the stairs, so I can run right past them and as soon as I'm out of sight, they forget I existed.

Then the dream dissolves into nonsense - as if anything before it made much sense - and I wake up to my alarm.

Not exactly how I expected my very first zombie dream to go, but not bad. At least I had good aim with the sausage gun, right?

...right?