I dreamt last night that I was learning to snowboard-wrestle. Or maybe it was surf wrestling? How it works: there is a bunk bet floating on water. Two guys on the bed have snowboards attached to their feet and are wrestling to pin the other. I was wrestling with two guys and quickly fell in the water. I hid underwater for a while, and instantly lost. I came up, outraged, to find out that if you stay underwater too long you are considered pinned. Strange.

A few nights ago I dreamt that I was eating dinner with my family, but over dinner we were making preparations for a zombie attack. Apparently the zombies were coming that night, so after dinner dad and I went out to the barn to prepare. He got the tractor out while I looked for weapons. I found a long pole-arm and two strange blades that didn't seem quite sharp enough because they were old. I came out of the barn and dad had me get on the tractor. The plan was for me to run down as many zombies as possible.
But there was a problem, I couldn't control the tractor very well because the brakes didn't work. So I ended up, when the zombies were attacking, having to get off the tractor. I was at a library with large front steps (Kind of like the philly museum). I got up to the top of the steps and was facing a zombie. I attacked it with one of my old blades, and it wasn't doing ANYTHING! So I turned around to run back down the steps, but another zombie was coming up that way. I ran around behind the first zombie to another set of steps going up in a corner, but once again, a zombie was on those steps. I was cornered... and then I woke up.

Two nights before that dream I had another dream about brakes not working. I was at a party at a friend's house and we were all outside on the nice patio. But this wasn't a college party, this was a high school party, and I had brought the leftover beer from JesseFest 2006! Then the kid's parents came home and got very upset. They were standing out on the patio yelling at their son for having a party while they weren't there, but they had not yet seen the beer. My car was not too far away, but I couldn't figure out a way to get the beer, which was very close to the parents, without them seeing. So I got in my car and left. The driveway, though, was like that of Kelly's old house: steep and windy down to the road. My brakes weren't working and some other, larger, vehicle was coming up the driveway. I pulled the wheel hard, spinning the car around a few times. My hope was that it would end up sideways or facing back up the driveway. I'm not sure if I was successful.