Also, a few nights ago I had another odd dream. At first I dreamt I was riding a four wheeler, but then I think it was like a hummer or something. But either way, I was riding with a female friend of mine (i'm not trying to hide who it was, I really don't remember who I was with.) and we were driving out past the edge of my property, and it opened up into wide open farmland that was very dry and dusty. I could remember having gone out there recently, but it was more green and less brown before. I tried to stop the hummer, but it kept going. I believe we almost drove into a river... but it finally did stop, and we got out and checked the place out. It was desolate and deserted; no one was left. We went into a small cabin, and I found an old pistol and some bullets, and took those. I couldn't find anything else to loot, because someone had already ransacked the place. Then, suddenly, I was aware of someone else outside the building... well, it was more someTHING than someone... there were zombies outside the building coming after us. We ran outside and started running away from them. I don't remember much of what happened at this point, but I do remember that at some point in the story, I was back inside a house and some "family" was with me (they weren't my family, they were someone else's family *shrugs*). But a few of them were zombies. I asked the mom what was going on, and she said that they had made a deal with the zombies. They could have a few of their kids if the zombies let the "family" have some of THEIR kids. very weird, very freaky, very inspired.

My poor poor roommate...

So last evening I start screaming in the middle of the night, right? I guess I was screaming, or yelling, or something... but I woke my roommate up, and he woke me up, kind of. I apologized I think, and tried to explain, while still half asleep, that I had seen some black thing on the edge of my bed and thought it would attack or something. Poor Remington, he has no idea what he's getting into.