Several nights ago while sleeping, I had a dream. There was a nude woman humming some sort of melody in the dark. Why she was in my dream I don't know. It was very eerie, although I didn't feel scared at the moment. Suddenly, at the end of my dream I felt like I was being shocked with electricity throughout my entire body for at least 10 seconds. You know how things in dreams usually feel numb and without feeling? This was real and I know. (I've been shocked by 120 volts many times at work.) Then, I woke up and it felt like how it usually does after being shocked with electricity. More alert, but a bit shaky, straight out of deep sleep. After that I can't help but think, what the fuck...

Now I don't even want to sleep after trying to remember that dream. So creepy.

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On my way home I waited at a bus stop for a bus that I did not intend to catch. My reasoning for being there just happened to be on a whim. For there was a man sitting on the curb picking through items in what appeared to be a woman's purse. Big black and leathery looking; if I was to be judgmental I should be one to automatically presume that the man was a thief and thus I automatically felt that I absolutely had to garrote his head into that purse. However, what if this man had some queer sense of fashion and was delivering brownies to his grandmother? Then I would be the wrongdoer and would of had no business in murdering him. Although, he did look quite shady in some sense. I need to learn to talk out to strangers about anything through persuasion and dispositional tactics, so that my conviction could be justified.

My grandmother was once a victim of a purse snatcher and she had to redo all of her identification and crap that got stolen. Ever since its been one of my many dreams to witness a purse snatching, catch the bastard, dislocate limbs and drag him face flat on the concrete for a kilometer before I bludgeon his face into such an unrecognizable state that the coroner conducting the autopsy would not immediately be able to identify the corpse as human.

Sometimes I wonder if I should get an alias xanga account. (According to spell-check xanga isn't even a word.)

In the last two days, I've seen 5 movies.

28 Weeks Later was a movie that I really wanted to see, since I'm such a big zombie movie buff. The beginning was reminiscent of many early zombie flicks, but as the story grew it was pretty disappointing. I know that anything with 'zombies' should fall into the horror/sci-fi category, but I like to have the story to be as realistic as possible and tragedy is a must. I don't want to see any stupid scenes where someone is in a situation where they're about to die and magically get out of that situation multiple times. One of the biggest zombie questions is why don't they feed off each other? In my mind I could probably rationalize that they would only eat fresh meat, perhaps. But this movie was retarded since the zombies will take one bite out of their prey and run away.

Modern day zombie films never seem to satisfy. They all suck. Dawn of the Dead was good, but I believe everything else was so horribly done. A lot of these flicks have the potential and funds to be legendary films, but they don't. Not even George A. Romero's Land of The Dead was anywhere near as good as his original Night of The Living Dead, in fact it was probably one of the worst ones that I've ever seen.

Also saw Crank, Ghost Rider, Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny, and Smoking Aces