There's nothing here.
Life is but a play, and all the people in it, actors.
shudder n' shake
Okay so, last night I had a nightmare. A zombie nightmare. It's been quite a while since i've had a zombie dream, I must say. But nothing too out of the ordinary, nonetheless.
This time, it was one in which me and several random people were trying to defend our lives and brains from the incredibly numerous zombies outside. That happens about... eh, 40% of the time. Not too unusual.
Well, it came to a point in which most of us who were left decided we'd try and kill ourselves before getting eaten, the zombies were breaking the door down, there were no guns or anything particularly pointy so this was a bit of a challenge.
At this point, me and a few others took something to numb ourselves -mostly-, but it was taking a bit too long to kick in. Instead I went to hide somewhere and 'hopefully' starve to death a slow and quiet death.
But well, my friend blew my hiding spot, and the whole thing ended with us running through the swarming zombie pit getting chunks taken out of us all over. I have to say, THAT was a bit unusual. I mean, in all of my zombie dreams, never have I been actually eaten so thoroughly.
So, I woke up. And I still wasn't particularly scared or anything, I never am after those dreams, but I was shaking like crazy. Shuddering, shaking, I was the definition of it. It was so odd without the fear to go with it. Couldn't get back to sleep.
Anyway, not much too add to this. No real point in posting, I guess. But eh, it's worth remembering to me at least.