ZOmbie.

I was dreaming last night, as I usually do with my overactive imagination, and in said dream the zombie apocalypse had happened. And I know why this dream happened, it's because I watched ZombieLand last night. And I was in the (not-very-well-written)musical Zombie Prom. 

Anyway, the dream.

Well, it was every normal Zombie Apocalypse. There was a shit load of zombies lumbering around eating people. I was in bed while most of  this was happening, and when I finally sliped out of bed, I looked out my window on to the monstrosity. Pretty terrified. I quickly changed into what seemed like suitable zombie fightning attire (jeans, t-shirt, confortable shoes) and I grabbed my gun (??) and ran into my garage into my car. My family was no where (sad) so I slammed on the gas and reverse hit some crazy zombie mother fucker. I continued driving around my neighbor hood and quickly concluded that no one was left... and if they were... they were in good hands. So I started driving, not knowing where I was going.  On the highway, I noticed a very tall cute guy. He was walking with a suitcase and a HUGE gun (I know what you're thinking, this is the exact same plot as Zombieland, don't worry it changes.) and I decide to help the guy out and let him join me on my journey to the other side of Canada. We drove and drove and killed, and ate, and eventually made it to Calgary, where we found a neighborhood completely free of Zombies. In fact they were having a neighborhood church barbaque. Me and tall cute boy were really pleased to see a group of people at peace in this time. This nun told us it was because jesus was watching over them, but I knew it was because of their HUGE metal fence covered in fire. (we just clicked the call button and after they saw we were normal they let us in.) After some food, we went into the church where the nun told me she had secretly hidden some stuff that would help us on her journey under the couch, so I went searching and found a bunch of keys and some letters and survival guide tips. When I thanked her for what we found she asked if I had the "big boy". When I said I had no idea what she was talking about, she explained to me that she had left a machine gun that would kill a two zombies with one blow. When she realized someone in the church had stolen it she fainted, then quickly revived herself and set up an interagation room. We then interviewed people (all of them familiar faces from my drama class) and eventually got the Romanian guy to confess he stole it. Cute guy and I were really excited about our find. I ran, jumped into his arms with my legs wrapped around him and smiled at his face. He was really tall, but while I was up there I kissed his face. How adorable. Back to the gun. When we got it, we finally left. Cut to boring driving and killing random sparce zombies. (most had died by now, and truthfully, not many made it to Canada in the first place) We made it to Toronto, where he found his (not alive) family, but said he would stay there based on the resourses and lack of alive zombies. I said my goodbye, feeling a little lost inside because he was so sweet, but the small kiss later, I was on a train headed to New York. The Zombie apocalypse was over, and I was on my way to be a broadway star. I doubt I'm good enough for broadway, but most of them died, so I was into the benefits. On the train I sat across from this guy I know. Man. Guy-man. He's older. ANYWAY. He was telling me about his breakup with this chick with a child. He was going to New York to get away from the disapointment. I told him I was going to be a star, and he told me he believed in me. (gush). So I scooted over next to him to talk more about his depressing girlfriend, and I told him about tall cute guy, and he said that I was too short to be dating tall men. I was a bit insulted. Then he rubbed his beard on my face. 

Then I woke up.

Any idea's on what this dream means?

Also I got my hair done, and it looks fabulous. Love it!

Lates Crates.