I'm in America and as such trying to eat a lot of American food. The variety of food here is mental. There's so many different franchises. In England, it's about the big three: KFC, Burger King and McDonalds. Here, it's more about the big 48. Mental. I've been having some weird dreams here too. Last night I dreamt that I was caught up in a zombie uprising. Hmm. Not really an uprising, since that denotes that the zombies were originally second class citizens who had finally had enough of being down trodden by regular humans and had finally rebelled. I guess a more accurate word would be 'zombie apocalypse'... Set in a school. In the dream I was wondering around the school (I was a pupil there so my presence was perfectly legit). I was in a first floor room (with a adult man (again, perfectly legit, he didn't have any sexual intentions towards me)). I looked out of the window at the various class rooms, which had small children in them, then I saw a load of zombies running loose and breaking into the class rooms and going mental. They started eating and attacking the children. My first thought was 'SHIT!'. I started having panicking (perfectly justifiable, given the situation). I was running around thinking 'I need a fucking weapon, what the fuck am I going to do? Shit, I'm fuck. Ahh fuck'. After trying to formulate a plan, I looked out of the window and I saw that the zombies had finally seen me having a panic attack and so had made a concerted effort to eat and kill me. My advantage was that I was on a first floor room, so it was really hard to get too (weirdly, I noticed that there were no stairs or anything nearby, in hindsight I did wonder how I got up there in the first place, but due to more pressing matters, I didn't really take it on board). The zombies were trying desperately to climb up and kill me but it was in vain. Then the other man in the room with me decided to become a hero and jumped out of the window to kill zombies. He swiftly died. By this time in the dream, I was becoming aware that I was dreaming, but not aware enough to actually control it. Somehow the zombies had figured out how to pull the floor down (this is where the dream got really weird, because the floor of the room became like felt and was getting pulled away by the zombies, I was holding onto the sides and the rafters, and all the zombies were trying to jump up and grab me). When the floor turned to felt and was getting pulled away, I finally had enough. I shouted 'Ah fuck this' and got frustrated and annoyed so I made myself wake up.
Dreams are weird yet really fun.
