Shaun of the chickens
Friday, 30 March, 2007
Last night I dreamed about baby goths and a house in the country which claimed to be Fraser Island (but wasn't). The baby goths ate chicken wings and drumsticks that fell off the trees in the backyard. But the discarded bones took on life and infected the baby goths so that they turned into zombies and started chasing me. I kept closing off the doors of the house so they couldn't get in. But then I realised that to make them stop, I had to try really hard to focus on Ben and my love for him. I also discovered that throwing hard lollies (like bananas) onto the zombies caused them to turn back into humans. Amazing what a little sweetness can do.
It slightly depresses me that my dreams are so B-grade.
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It’s not -so- different to the scene with that eyes-for-hands creature in Pan’s Labyrinth.
Ok, maybe it is.
You’ve been having a lot of weird dreams lately!
In my dream last night I could bend back my fingers so far that they touched the top of my hand. Sounds freaky… but I remember thinking it was pretty cool!
did anyone else think the eyes-for-hands creature in Pan’s Labyrinth was kind of like a properly scary version of Krumm from Aaaaah! Real Monsters?