My Reoccurring Dream, Can You Figure it Out?

(This is one of those blogs where the comments will outshine the blog…)

In the past I have covered some of my dreams:

My Sam Jackson Wal-Mart Dream
My Dane Cook Deaf Hockey Dream with Lesbians

Basically I do a lot of lucid dreaming which has led to some rather interesting situations in my lifetime. Lately though I have had a reoccurring series of dreams that at first were just lame but after the tragic events of last nights dream have officially begun to freak me out. I am going to enlist you the good people of myspace to help me figure them out.

What is the series of dreams you ask? Are you falling endlessly or having sex with 72 hot nubile virgins? Nope… Are you flying through the sky or tweaking the freakishly long nipples of Farrah Fawcett? Nay I say, nay… Are you publicly speaking naked or running backwards through a cornfield in the buff? No I tell you…

I am trapped in a world full of Zombies, I shit you not.

Kind of lame huh? The thing is I don’t really watch horror movies and can’t figure out what is inspiring them. The events of the dreams have been rather unremarkable, mostly me commenting to myself how dumb the dream is and changing it or just being bored in it. This was until last night.

Last night my life was on the line as I was trying to get into a building a bunch of people were hiding in and I had to kill the zombie of:

Pam Anderson…

It was kind of sad that Pam Anderson was making her debut appearance in one of my dreams and wanted to suck on my brains, not any other appendage. So in order to get into the building I needed to I had to take her out.

(Side Note: The door to the building was being held shut by a king sized mattress. What the hell is a king sized mattress really going to do against a horde of zombies? I would have felt safer just duct taping the doors shut.)

How did I take out the zombie Pam Anderson? A push broom to the head:

It was gruesome, gory, and I felt like I was killing a part of me while doing it.

This whole thing left me with two major questions:

-What does a reoccurring dream about zombies mean? (Besides that I am gay, not that I am, and not that there is anything wrong with that.)

-Does me killing Pam Anderson mean anything?

Oh and for shits and giggles:

If you had to take out a celebrity zombie who would it be and how would you do it?

Tomorrow: Great moments in drunk dialing history.