Of Zombies and Boats

Yeah, it's true. I want to wear a boat on my head. The era of Marie Antoinette is fascinating to me - the statements that were made in fashion, the current events that showed threw in their choices, the general gaudiness. *sigh* So lovely. I have a Marie Antoinette wig. I've even worn it - in public even. Well, ok, so it was at a lame Mardi Gras parade last year. Yes, I'd had a drink. But I definitely made the decision to bring the thing and wear while totally sober. Cannot even consider my life complete until I've made the outfit to go with it, either. And it will be glorious - all silvery blue and full of ruffles and lace. It will be 100% silk, of course. Obviously I'll have to marry a very rich man to be able to afford this extravagant dress...

And the boat itself! Oh, it will be magnificent! Made of wood, a for realz model. I'll get my Pop to help me make it (or get him to make it, either way). It'll be a shimmery white. And I'll wear it proudly at a costume ball I shall hold in my cottage (when it gets done - don't worry. We have lots of time.) and we shall all drink pink champagne all night long and watch the sun rise! (Which will actually be quite difficult, what with all the pine trees around...) You're all invited to come! But you must dress up. Costume is not optional.

I had a dream about zombies a couple of weeks ago. But it wasn't terrifying or hilarious or anything like it. It just was. The started out as the slow-moving kind of zombie, not just a huge threat, ya know? But these zombies learned. At first they couldn't open doors or anything like that, but if they saw you do it, they could figure it out. So you'd have to be very careful when going back to the safe house and stand just so in front of the door so they couldn't see you turn the knob. Obnoxious, but easy enough to deal with. I was with my posse of unnamed and unknown friends in what may or may not have been my house which of course looked completely different because, come on, this is a dream after all. So the zombies learned. And then. They spoke. What kind of zombie speaks?! Not that I know exactly what they said or anything like that... but still, I know they could speak. Not moan - speak. This ever-evolving zombie then gained the power to go through walls. Not in a walk-through-them kind of way, or a float-through-them kind of way, but more of a Star Trek-transporter kind of way. It's unexplainable, really, but they got all blue and twinkly, just like a Star Trek transporter, and came through. So they penetrated our defenses! And the leader of the group that came through with a bunch of people was definitely the little kid Nicholas in Roswell. (Yes, I love that show. Aliens + soap opera? SO there.) My sci-fi loves mix into very interesting dreams sometimes.