jchrisobrien

Despite feeling tired and worn, I braved the cold to head out to Ceremony's zombie night. TheAmazingJB was my zombie co-pilot. We scored some excellent parking, and entered the meat filled lair of doom. It was a decent night, I was mainly in the mood for talking (which I did with a number of folks), but did dance a bit at the end of the night. This time when the played Pro-Test, I danced. Ended the night with giving Tegin and TheAmazingJB rides home, then crashed. Not into a tree, just bed.

Suprisingly, there were no zombie dreams last night. Instead, we got War of the Worlds. Those old school flying disks with the heat ray beams, melting everything in sight. There were some harrowing moments spent avoiding them. I wanted to start coughing lots to spread the germs, but no dice.

Zombies... Martians... an overwhelming force that you're helpless to fight. I think I know what my subconscious is on about now.