Life at the kids table

Dream number three

I dreamt that I was a giant toothbrush, and I was cleaning two giant teeth, but my face was the bristles, and the teeth were other people I knew, so what the HELL is going on with me?

I miss my mustache, somebody buy me one…

How did I have the most boring dream about ironing and laundry? There was this really interesting part where I Couldn’t find the dryer sheets, wow what I dream… My life is so boring

I love the fact that my first dream for my tumblr is one of my zombie nightmare dreams. For those of you who don’t know me, I randomly have these apocalyptic dreams, that are so vivid and real, and take place over the time span of months, I’m going to, as best as I can right down on tumblr, my whole adventure.

Two warnings, one; it’s going to be graphic, and two; non of it will be completely accurate. But here it goes…

In my dream… I return to my families hometown, only to find that the town is 100 percent deserted and looks disastrous, I approach my families home and pry open the doors, which has been barricaded from the outside, much like hurricane shutters. When I enter the blood stained rooms of my house, it’s apparent that something is obviously not right… I carefully search each room ( at this time I have my combat knife out, why do I have a combat knife out? No idea, I’ve never had one or have had any reason to have one in my life, but apparently in my dream I’m a combat knife kind of guy ) I find old pictures, torn pillows and family trinkets destroyed in almost every room. A stroll down a very terrible memory lane. The house is dark, it’s the middle of the day, but only scattered light seeps through what seems to be very rushes job of boarding up the windows and doors. I’m now aware this wasn’t a hurricane.

I find my parents bedroom, the door riddled with scratch marks, and looks as if it had been tried to be kicked in, by the Dallas cowboys offensive line. The tattered door stood non the less. I reach for the door handle, and give it a good tug, but nothing… I begin to walk away, and hope to find any sign of human life, when said door swings open and I feel massive arms grab me and pull me inside. The door slams, I thought for sure this was going to be the last thing I will ever experience. I was wrong

Trying to capture evidence of my apartment being haunted, and no.. This isn’t the only thing I have proof on

I’m going to buy him for my bamboo tree

So what’s the story… Wishbone?

Flashback time

Brontosaurus stuffed animal = amazing

You wanted us… You got us…