A fucking zombie movie. I was lucid dreaming a fucking zombie movie. Lucid dreaming is where you become aware of the dream, thereby taking control of it. A lucid dream state becomes a place where you are the controller of your subconscious; the dream. If I had thought of it, I could fly, become psychic, break into the aetheal realms, or even converse with the masters I’ve read for so long; all through the wonder that is lucid dreams. But no. I kept going with the gimmick and drempt I was an apartment manager who protected a woman with a high powered machine gun from bands of zombies. All with the backdrop of that shitty 70’s film “The Warriors”. Great…
So I realized I was dreaming when John Locke from TV’s LOST was smiling knowingly at the girl I protect, and I looked at the cartoon-like mouse hole in the wall and saw perspective shift to another landscape. The french woman from LOST then ran down the stairs and started chainsawing at the wicker table, and eventually John…
I finally let myself wake up realizing this dream was starting to get silly. As I forced the blankets from me, the realization that I just missed out on a powerful opportunity to plumb the depth of my unconscious mind. But no. I dreamt a fucking zombie movie.

The end…
or is it?
(This is where a dessicated hand would enter from the side of the credits leading the audience to believe that the evil zombies were not, as we previously were led to believe, wiped out, but rather hiding in the shadowy recesses until a new lucid dream state occurs to pop back out and ruin the whole thing.)