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I’m notoriously bad at remembering my dreams, usually I’m lucky to remember a few snatches when I wake but by the time noon rolls around it’s all gone. Sometimes, however, I’m blessed with mini movies that seem AWESOME.

This dream from the other night is one of them. It centered around Zombies and Vampires (my love of The Walking Dead and True Blood getting the better of me), and it went something like this….

Well, okay, admittedly the beginning is a little shaky. All I really remember is running…

Because of course there were Zombies, you couldn’t really see them.. you just knew they were there. And it was dark.. very dark. And scary.

So I ran to what seemed like a gravel pit.

But I wasn’t alone! Oh no! I had someone with me. Turning around I found….

Eric Northman! Woohoo! I have a badass Vampire with me! I’ll be saf—wait, Eric why are you worried? You shouldn’t be worried! What the hell is happening… oh shit.

They’re all coming for us!

So then Eric tells me he’ll distract them while I jump into the water.. wait? What water? Oh, we’re standing by a cliff and looking down into a dark stormy lake?

I have to jump into that? Joy! So I jump, but it’s not a fun ‘woohoo’ jump. No. This an, ‘OH SHIT WHAT AM I DOING I’M GOING TO DIE!!!!!’ jump.

Liquor would be good.

But I HAVE NONE! Because even though it’s my dream I can’t magically acquire a bottle of Jack. WTF?

So yeah, there am I plunging into the cold, swirling dark water that surely holds things just as horrible as a horde of zombies, but I have no choice. Then I’m swimming, swim.. swim.. swim!

Eventually Eric finds me and rescues me from the cold dark scary waters, which is nice because really… it’s Eric.

Then some stuff happens that I don’t really remember and the next thing I know it’s day light, and we’re speeding out of the gravel pit in this:
(I blame Boardwalk Empire for this one and I think the conclusion is that I watch too much television, but I digress…)

So we’re driving and eventually come upon what looks like an abandoned house and Eric decides to stop.. because it seems to nice and inviting….

Okay, fine we’ll go inside, but you’re going first Mr. Northman!

So we go up, all careful and stealthy (like ninjas!) and it turns out there are people inside the house!! They’re not zombies (one might’ve been a vampire, but I’m not entirely sure) and they’re nice and invite us inside (because Eric needs the invite.. being a vampire and all.. you know?…) and while the downstairs and halls are creepy:

The upstairs is warm and welcoming and yay!

So the nice people (I’m not really sure who they are, I think Glenn from Walking Dead was part of the group, but that’s a little hazy…) give us food! Or me, rather, as Eric doesn’t want anything but blood and truthfully I didn’t really care or inquire if they had any Tru Blood for him to drink. Sorry Eric. But I’m busy !!

Then night falls (AHHHH!) and apparently this once nice kinda-beach house has a highway that runs behind it (which makes total sense… of course!) only it’s deserted.

Anyway, we’re peeking out of blinds and windows because we hear somethingcoming. Pretty soon there’s a giant convoy of cars, semis, water trucks, oil trucks ALL SORTS OF TRUCKS AND PEOPLE!

And they are booking it! People are zipping along to somewhere (I assume somewhere safe), they all have guns and shit… BUT they’re droving a herd of motherfucking ZOMBIES! WHY OH GOD WHY!?

Could really use that drink now.

So then it’s like a parade! A parade of crazy gun totting people marching the hungry zombies along, picking them off if they get away from the group and it’s just very:

Then in the group of people watching the weird parade there’s… no, wait it’s not…. really? As if this nightmare wasn’t bad enough. Yes, it is flipping Edward Cullen/Robert Pattison/Whoever the fuck in all his sparkly glory.

Then he’s racing to the front door of our house because he saw one of the girls in our group through the window (for the record she is not Bella), and he has to see her! PLEASE LET ME IN!!