No More Chilli Cheese Dogs Before Going To Bed...

I've been playing a role-playing game on the PS3. Too much. I've been leading a small band of zombies around a dungeon taking care of the guys who don't know it, but their guarding MY gold.

I was up too late eating leftovers from the cookout and playing the game. Bad idea...

In my dream, I was leading an army of zombies around my town and they killed someone. Now I have to get rid of the corpse. Naturally, I have to loot the corpse before disposing of the body. He had a crumpler backpack with lenses and two 1-D Mark IIIs.

This is when my panic really struck. How do I keep the gear without anyone knowing? Certainly my zombies are going to get ME incarcerated. After all they're MY zombies. If I keep the gear, I might get linked to this guy's death. If I get rid of the gear, there's nothing to link me to his death. Well... except for the zombies. But look at all that gear!

That's when I woke up.

Freakin' hot dogs...

I have crazy dreams. Sometimes they are about photography and finding gear, I love those. Yours is especially heinous though...very nice.

Yer a fine American son: fear, consumerism and fast food

I had a dream that I was playing a game with all my friends and there were two of us to a team. It was in a giant resident evil type mansion. The object of the game was to kill everyone else. Me and my team mate won, then we went up into the attic and it was a stairway to a lake and valley that was much bigger than the house, like 100x's so. Then we went back downstairs and outside where we died in a blaze of glory as nearly 100 ATF agents shot us up in one big gun fight.

Wierd, huh?

I had a dream last Summer that I assisted two thieves in looting a neighborhood. We were supposed to split the loot evenly, but I stole the one 100-400L (that was already stolen) from the stash, and the other two asked me what I did with it, and I said I didn't know what they were talking about. I escaped them with the lens. Then I woke up.

Sometimes these things worry me.

I dreamt that the lab had moved.......

NZDoug wrote in post #4477725
I dreamt that the lab had moved.......

You dreamt your dog moved out?

I wanted to get my film souped......
It was a nightmare.

get your film....souped? What the hell is that? Do you submerge it in a bowl of chicken and stars?

Ronald S. Jr. wrote in post #4478289
get your film....souped? What the hell is that? Do you submerge it in a bowl of chicken and stars?

nah you put in a turbo engine and nice rims. :p

Ronald S. Jr. wrote in post #4478289
get your film....souped? What the hell is that?

Industrial age process for developing film.

Ronald S. Jr. wrote in post #4478289
get your film....souped? What the hell is that? Do you submerge it in a bowl of chicken and stars?

So THAT'S how you produce those star effects...

I had a dream once that I invited all my friends and co-workers over for dinner. I poisoned them and buried them under the floor.

queenbee288 wrote in post #4478999
I had a dream once that I invited all my friends and co-workers over for dinner. I poisoned them and buried them under the floor.

That just scares me!

Actually, there is a movie about that...