Last night it was a fun filled night of the zombi apocolypse. The entire planet was taken over by zombies and I laughed my ass off.

People getting eaten and drowned and run over and then zombies learned how to be flattened and stored in closet for further activation.

The part about the car filled with people floating out into the middle of a lake and sinking was also a nice touch.

Scenery of an abandoned town with false security atop the vacant sawmill kiln building was an excellent touch of how hope truly does not exist for horror.

None of you will ever come to know who I am. A narcissist, a mental patient, a scientist, moron, freak, genius, idiot, fool… and this makes a huge smile appear because i truly know what is and what is not AND can find comfort in my dreams. The dream, always the dream.

You see, yesterday to discover that I am the luckiest man alive was a true revelation. And it reinforces that I have never had a nightmare and never will. Your reality while ‘awake’ is waaaaay more of a horror story than anything i can dream of.