I love freaky scary dreams. They don't usually affect me much anymore. But I wish they'd still try. Dreams lately have been good at least, but for the longest time they were just lame. But the last dream that really got me involved zombies. Wandering around the house at night. That's smart in slumberland. I remember my family was all gathered in the living room. Something came stalking out of the shadows.

Now I've had dreams where things try to kill me. But I have enough control for that to not really work. Kinda sucks really, but makes for humorous memories when I wake up. Anything that tries to attack me, I end up stomping the hell out of it. So I don't fear much in my dreams. Zombie lurks out of the shadows. I'm up and on it. 'Cept when I get close enough it turns out to be my dad :/ He's dead. And I've often had dreams where he's back. You know how that goes. Well he's never come back as a rotting corpse trying to kill me. I just couldn't do my superman dreamy thing on him. I had to wake up before he got me 'cause I didn't have the heart to fight back. I didn't go back to sleep that night. It was too personal.