Storytelling

Weird Dreams

"Weird Dreams"

Anne

Who else sh-t their pants?

... Just me...?

Okay. Okay. Whatever. That's cool.

Anyway, I had this dream where some dumb-ss accidentally started an all out apocalypse. And that dumb-ss. Was Hitler's ghost.

So it all started when Hitler's ghost came went into this giant metallic laboratory and somehow making someone into a zombie. So then the dream time skips into third person perspective and Megan, Hadassah, Chelsea, and I were all at school, but thing is, no one is on campus. Megan noticed and she decided to bring it up.

"Guys. What's up? It's a school day and there ain't no b-tches at school." And then she starts twerking. And I'm serious. This wasn't a good thing to be dreaming about.

"Oh, it's a zombie apocalypse. Shh. Don't worry about it." Chelsea tried comforting us, but then I just started wandering around, picking up grass.

"Wait. The b-lls?" Hadassah commented. She's literally the only one that makes sense in this dream.

And then I start rolling in the grass, and Megan's butt goes invisible.

"Hey guys check out my -ss!"

Then Hadassah was all like, "We need to find a place to stay. We also need weapons. This is serious guys."

So then we all stop being stupid and slowly stop what we're doing. We look at each other wearily and I was the first to speak up.

"So what about our parents?"

"They're probably dead. How long has it been?" Hadassah said all bad -ss like. She didn't even flinch or stuff when she said 'dead'.

Me and Megan looked at each other and then turned to Chelsea, waiting for some answer and hope.

"It's been like.. Oh I don't know maybe 12 hours."

"... Jesus Christ... And you knew?" I said. I started twerking in the dream, but like my face was the same. Just then, this skimpy zombie in a thong started twerking towards us.

"DUDE I THINK MY TWERKING ATTRACTED IT."

"Then stop twerking you dumb-ss!"

So then I slowed down and we all went running to the nearest classroom. We all entered and barricaded the door and shut the windows.

"Quick. Find a weapon in the room. We're getting out and finding a better place to stay."

And.. That's basically all that happened before I woke up. I was p-ssed, cause I wanted to see what would happen. I'm thinking. Should I make a fiction book like this? I don't know. I'd probably have to plan everything and make a cover and everything. But I really wanna continue the story. Anyway.

BYEEEEE I LOVE YOU ALLLLLL.

*twerks*

*attracts zombie*

~Anne

Updated August 5, 2014