I had a dream about Dead Zone.
More importantly, I had a dream about Anthony Michael Hall.
But then I was woken up by a bunch of people screaming. At 8am. On a Saturday. Not at all cool.

Last night I had a 28 Days Later kind of dream where the zombies buried themselves in the dirt to escape daylight, and I emerged from the dirt, myself, out in front of an old abandoned Winn Dixie, right before nightfall. Some twisted Caliban-looking guy was there to cackle madly at me, and I was having some kind of epiphany about zombies, like becoming one was the easy way or something. Because I could not run (as it is with all dreams) I grabbed a shopping cart and rode that like a scooter across the massive stadium-sized parking lot (which was properly creepy-looking, with those giant bowl light posts and cracked asphalt and crumpled newspapers) to an Eckards. Or maybe it was a Walgreens. Anyway, it had a handwritten sign that said, "Last Drug Store For 60 Miles!" and all its florescent lights were burning bright, like nothing bad was happening. Except that all of the windows were boarded over haphazardly, with only the door open to the public. I dove in with some chick I think I stole the cart from, and we hid in the fiction book section to look at the trashy romance books about modern cowboys, again as if nothing were happening.

I choose to take away from this the lesson that no matter what kind of apocalypse is 'coming' in 2012, trashy romance novels will live on. And on. And on.

I had a dream last night about the Chthulu. It was there! I saw it!

There was gonna be an epic battle between the Chthulu and some other entity (probably raptors) and I was kind of underwater to see it rise from the muck and seaweed to wreck insanity and havoc upon the human race.

Kind of.


That has the makings of interesting days to come, more than likely.



EDIT: I looked back over my 'dreams' tag, and it seems that my most memorable (and weird) dreams come the night after an intense migraine session.
Kay.

So last night I dreamed that I was in an Alien movie. It was set underground, beneathe a kind of Indian Rez, I think, in a sewer/tunnel system, with plenty of nooks, crannies, and hiding spots. I was the youngest of a rag-tag group, the 'hero' of the story being a 20-something guy who kinda knew what was going on and what we were facing. One person was a strong black woman who had an otter as a pet. The otter eventualy became an incubator for a mini-xenomorph. No suprise.
There was one weasel-y guy know never wanted to be left behind when the others went ton investigate noises or whatever those things you always leave the relative safety of your base camp to investigate are, so I was the one who stayed behind to keep the light burning. Needless to say I encountered Aliens all by my lonesome. These were of an interesting design, with luminescent skin and a lot of tenticles. I think at the very beginning of the dream/movie, I encountered the queen alien, which started this whole thing. She had weird bug eyes, and screeched a lot before vanishing into the dark with a flourish.
I think it was leaning towards it being a kind of Jeepers Creepers 2 kinda deal, where one character has a semi-psychic connection to either the victims or the creatures themselves. Well, that could be more Alien: Ressurection, but you know what I mean.

I'd gone to bed with one of those awful headaches that you know will go away if you could just pass out for long enough, so that could have had something to do with it.