I had this dream last night with zombies in it. But they were slow stupid zombies (ok they were kind of slow, and a little stupid, they are a little like the zombies in the movie Fido), but really couldn't open doors or catch you, heck, in my dreams most zombies were afraid of any reasonable intelligent human.

It took place at my little brothers high school graduation party in my parents house. If you have seen my parents house you know the back yard is pretty big and fenced in. My parents told me that I had to go "clear the garage of zombies." I get out there and some of the zombies are even family members (sorry Angie, you're a zombie. Bonus is that Steve was too). I go out and basically get a broom and shoo all the zombies into the back yard. They are talking to me telling me how they'd like my brains and I just tell them to move it. I'm not even pissed that Angie is a zombie, until I see Angelo in the corner.

Apparently cats can be zombies too. At least in my dream. And I'm pretty livid. Angelo is an indoor cat, and he's supposed to stay inside. In my dream he was just fine, but someone had let him into the garage. So I'm immediately upset at the people in my house, and the zombies in the backyard for zombifying Angelo. I decide I have to kill Angelo because he zombifyed and I don't want him to live like that. He was skittish but I manage to pick him and up and put him in a kitty choke hold (Reg taught me this years ago). Angelo's a zombie and doesn't need to feed so I pick up a rock and bash him on the head (how else do you kill zombies).

Angelo is now limp in my arms and I'm pretty upset. AND THEN HE MOVES AGAIN. I drop his body and hear Angie laughing as she watches me from the backyard (damn zombie Angie, always laughing at me). I get a shovel and give Angelo the bashing he deserves (to put him at peace). Then I go inside and start screaming at everyone there. I'm pissed off and they all know it. I then go outside and open up the door to house and the garage and the backyard (letting the zombies get from the backyard to the house) and pick up Angelo and go to bury him.

That was my zombie dream. And I remember a ridiculously large amount of it. I didn't even watch a zombie movie last night. I watched Mulholland Drive. Oh well. Interesting way to start the morning.

PS - Maxim Afinogenov made his 11th goal last night. Leading the Thrashers to a last minute victory. How many Sabres have 11 goals this season? Oh thats right, none. Screw you Sabres for trading my favorite player. Eat it. (although I'm still a Sabres fan, but come on, go Max)