pesky zombies, birthday parties for toddlers
June 1, 2007
I just woke up from a very disturbing dream involving ugly, rotting zombies ripping out people’s brains.
In my dream, my parents were kids, and I was trying to save them from the restless undead…but that wasn’t working out so well. Oh, and I also failed to keep the zombies from ripping out the brains of my closest friends as well.
I am such a loser.
I believe I suffer from some sort of irrational “creature” fear. I am terrified of the idea of zombies and werewolves and such.
Zombies just freak me out. You see, I firmly believe that if something is dead, it should very well stay that way…not walk around stinking up the world and eating human flesh. That’s kinda gross.
There was another weird aspect to my dream…although, I know what you’re thinking—dreaming about brain-eating zombies is already pretty weird. The entire dream took place at night (oh how original) during a thunderstorm (cue the creepy music) in my old neighborhood back in H-town. And there were regular, normal people all over the place, but none of them seemed to notice the parade of undead brain-eaters closing in on me and my friends. Nobody would help me. Actually, that’s a pretty consistent component of a lot of nightmares I’ve had over the years.
Oh, and there were all these vending machines everywhere. One on every corner, practically. NOBODY needs that much soda and junk food!
Dreams are supposed to be symbolic, right? So…what the hell was THAT supposed to represent, exactly? My buried desire for unhealthy snack foods and carbonated sugar water? I highly doubt it…
Maybe it was just my subconscious telling me to get more sleep from now on….or else…
In other news, I went to a birthday party for my little cousin Zach yesterday. If I never see another Elmo-themed party item, I will die happy.
I don’t even really understand the concept of having a birthday party for a kid at two years-old. Kids don’t understand what a birthday is at that age. They don’t want to eat cake. And they don’t want to open presents, either… All they want to do is play with the wrapping paper after mommy unwraps the gifts.
I say, just give your two year-old kid a cardboard box and some crayons and send him on his merry way.
