braaaaaaaaaiiinnnnssss! or, blooooood! whatever you got.

so i had the wick-ed-est dream the other night -- i drempt me and frank were out bustin' up some zombies! considering i usually have lame-ass dreams about things like standing in line for ice cream, this one certainly tops the charts on My Awesome Dreams List.

it plays like this. we open on a scene, frank and me in a car. i'm in the passenger seat. there's a corpse in the back, some guy looking all horror-film blue, hanging forward with mouth agape. i say something like, "Are you sure he's really dead?" Of course at that moment dead dude starts moaaaaning. frank turns to punch him, but he's driving, so i say i'll do it. i hit Mr. Corpse a few times, but apparently even in dreams my punching power is nil, so i only succeed in keeping him slightly stunned. but he starts to get a little friskier, and soon he's trying to bite my fingers and frank's shoulder. lucky for us he's a Zombie Of Poor Jaw Strength and manages to not break skin... but who knows how long he will remain weakened! frank turns (while still driving) and knocks him out before he can zombify one or both of us.

suddenly we're in a kind of barn house thing... i want to call it a road house, because it's all rough like a barn but outfitted for people habitation. also, there's a giant pool table. at the pool table are a couple country yokel-types, and it seems frank and i know them, at least marginally. and they're all telling us they're not zombies, and what zombies? we didn't see no zombies! except we know they're lying, and sure enough, out of the GIANT double doors at the end of the room drifts Mr. King Of The Zombies. except he's a zombie vampire. or something.

at this point the zombies have all become zombie vampires or vampire zombies.

Mr. Zompire (or Vambie, if you prefer) is suave, debonair, and not attacking. No, he's too cool for that. and also, he has two dogs, a wheaton terrier and a giant affenpinscher (ears cropped). We talk to him for a little while, then make our exit, hoping he won't pursue.

After a brief trip through what looks like Tara post-war (i shall nevah go hungreh again!), we end up in a deserted house. it has some resident zompires but we kick their butts with what i think is powdered lye or a similar grainy corrosive. there are also other non-zombie/vampire people in the house, and we join forces with them, organizing our resistance, with the house as our headquarters.

and that's where the dream ends... very cinematic, i think...