Wednesday, December 15, 2010

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE DREAMS

How would seeing images like this EVERY TIME you go to sleep make you feel about your Sanity????
 Totally wearing me out. I woke up FOUR times early this morning from my horrible nightmares! The difference between the dream saga of last night and the usual dreams is huge though...

Usually, I start out in a normal world with all of the people who are most important to me, going about our daily business. Then, zombies start popping out of nowhere and suddenly the 'city' (wherever we are) is totally run down and ravaged by the bloody, violent terrors. Of course my family, Jason, and Audrey are with me, and we are all running away and hiding out at the tops of buildings and being saved by the military and blah blah blah. Usually, a few of them disappear one by one, and 'later' ( in the dream) I suddenly notice somebody is missing and cry uncontrollably. All while running for my life constantly.
Did I mention that all of my dreams are always extremely VIVID? My imagination is an asshole.

fffffffucked up

Last night...... I started out all alone . I was in a really tall building at the doctor's office, and suddenly a zombie came out of nowhere ( surprise ) . So I ran up to the attic, conveniently located in the next room ABOVE A STAIRCASE .. It was difficult to pull the little attic stairs down from the side of a staircase.. Anyways, I hid in the attic for as long as I could . There was a small, dirty window that had a great view of the sheer madness going on in the streets below, so I watched everything.

original artwork, so detailed and awesome looking

Things get fuzzy after that, but next thing I remember is being in a Toyota Yaris , driving to Jason's house. (I miss him SO much, on a side note.)  When I arrive where Jason's house usually is, there is this little, ridiculously cute house that is obviously untouched by all the chaos. It's definitely not his house, either. And there are three girly aliens there? Dancing? With flowers?? One of them is nice, gives me gas and tells me how to leave quickly... and the others tell me that they started the zombie sickness because they hate people! And the ugly one of the three says she specifically hated Thomas ( my baby brother) and that she 'poisoned' him first. I had to hold back from killing her... the alien...who started the zombie plague with my precious baby bruddur. Then I locked my keys in my car.

What is wrong with me? 

After I get out of that mess, I pull into Jason's driveway immediately. This is the happiest moment in the dream. Until I see his big ass running full speed towards me, covered in blood. Shit!

I guess that was too much to handle because I woke up a final time and went into the kitchen where my grandma and i started decorating small Christmas trees. Gah, I have seriously been mentally exhausted from the horrible zombie dreams before, but not like this one! It just kept going AND GOING

there's no real point to this except to get it out of my mind and onto something visual so i can see how dumb it is and move on :D LOL

za end

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Yesterday, a stranger gave me a dollar.

  Well, not a complete stranger. Who else can say that a stranger has given them a dollar? I didn't ask for it, she just gave it to me. I sat next to her on the plane to San Diego, my new home. My new home. I don't know when I will be used to saying that. Anyways...here's the story. The short version.

  I was standing in the kitchen of my parent's house in Birmingham, Alabama,  looking into the fridge at a gallon of sweet tea. My mind was completely racing with the usual thoughts when my mom peeked her head around the corner, and said in a slightly careful tone, "Hey, Anna...I found an art program in San Diego close to grandma and grandpa's house, it looks really nice".

  Right then I made the decision. I just...knew. I was going back to where I grew up. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to go back. To me, everything here is better. And going back to school wouldn't hurt anything. Sure, missing the life that I had made for myself and dealing with extreme change came to mind, but I did NOT care. I wanted out of Alabama!

And here I am .

  The past few days, everything that I have hoped for has fallen into my lap. The good-bye party was a complete blast, A few friends from my past came to see me ( I love you KIA and KEN!!), and my mom even joined the party. My seemingly impossible dream of moving back to the west coast came true, but all the while, even while i was boarding the plane out of Birmingham, I couldn't help but have my doubts.

Then I saw her..
She was wearing the usual hippie knitted clothes,which were hanging loosely over her bone-thin shoulders, all natural colors, her hair was in the most beautifully messy dreadlocks, and she smelled of scented oil. After scanning over ever normal-smelling, un-intimidating Kohl's wardrobe designed person there...I would rather sit next to her. I have no idea why, but I couldn't turn against that little voice telling me to do so.

Good News! Most interesting person I have ever met award goes to.... You guessed it! Karen the perfumey
dreadlock lady! Thank you Jesus. Anyways, the rest of the story is kind of important but I'm tired of typing right now. I'm new to this blog thing.


I love art, I love my friends, I love the dreadlock lady who gave me a dollar for good luck, and I LOVE San Diego.

much love and bananas