Dream Journal Shit
Tired of using facebook as my dream journal, I now give you summaries of what I can remember going on in my brain during my dormant state.

The first one I had last night seemed to be about trying to look after my mad five year old cousin, practically a nephew. In this dream he was running around my house trying to get a pack of super soaker toys out of my house that my mum had found on the street with the intent of giving back to the original owner. The kid then climbed into the box of another massive super soaker that was suspended by a string over my landing. I had to try and make the kid happy despite all of this nonsense. Somehow old school Eddy Murphy (Beverly Hills cop kind) became my best friend during all of this. Thanks Eddy.

The next dream seemed to involve a doctor, a beautiful yet three eyed version of Natalie Portman and a zombie outbreak. This was all based in one of those suburban parts of Belfast like the streets of Four Winds, sitting on a grassy knoll. The doctor at the time was trying to forumate a cure for the infection, whilst Natalie had been infected the doctor had used some kind of drug that stopped the infection from fully bonding with the rest of her cells, keeping it in some sort of dormant state. I was on look out to see if any zombies were coming and had the chance to kiss miss Portman, but chose to decline feeling that at any moment she could mutate and bite the shit out of me. I finally woke up when I saw hordes of zombies running out of a house like a crowd of spastics.