14 November 2011


I was helping my friend's parents run a massage/resort/spa. Everything was going great until zombies (isn't that how it always goes?) began to attack. They were seemingly everywhere, and nobody knew what to do. I had made it to the roof and was trying to figure out what to do when I saw a kracken coming from the seaside. I remember thinking "gods I hope that can't catch the zombie virus". It could. I was trying to run through hallways but huge zombie tentacles kept me from actually getting where I wanted to go.

My dream shifted to some bizarre store selling clothes and badass clocks, but I think I was still in the resort/spa place. I'm not sure.

Up until the end it was a pretty rockin' syfy movie though.

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