

so I was super drunk one night and fell asleep. Little did I know It would come to the most tangible lucid dreams I have ever had. In this dream, I created( or watched) a Preview of a movie that was coming out. But the reason why I thought I created it is because 1. It is not real 2. It was my dream and 3. It is too brilliant not to claim it as my own.the title is called Ice Cream.
It is a zombie love story.
starring: David Duchovny, and Nichole Kidman.At the cusp of the zombie apocalypse, two people fall in love. In time, they both were bitten and became zombies, but their passionate love for each other kept them sane. Because In fear of being hunted my survivors and being parted from each other, and because they couldn’t phantom eating someone, They decided to eat each other until they died.
the tag line ” Love brought us together, Now its tearing us apart”It takes on the Romeo and Juliet feel for their undying love (pun!)
and the one scene that Is stuck in my head from the preview was both of them were in a boat enjoying the nice day( in the background you can see chaos and screams) and david goes in for a kiss but actually bites off a chunk of flesh from Nichole’s neck. Then it cut straight to the title Ice Cream.
I have no idea how the fuck this came to me in a dream.
In roughly ten hours I will be boarding a plane that will take me to my new home for four months. I have never lived more than two hours away from my friends and family in my life and I have also never left the Americas. I have no idea what to expect and it actually hasn’t hit me that I am doing this. It still all seems to be a big dream and that I’ll wake up in my bed in Kent back in September.
despite the actuality of me leaving, I’ve managed to pack my life in two suitcases and a backpack. I was very impressed with my packing skills as well. it only took me a half hour to pack!
Hopefully everything goes well and I will be posting photos of my travels and documenting them as I go. I am, however, am writing a journal while I’m over there. around a page a day documenting everything so that when my children ever become interested in my life when I was their age, I can hand them my Journal. It will become a time capsule, dating the technology as well as a brief history in time of my life.
Whatever happens, I’m sure it is for good. Goodnight America, Good Morning Italy!
(there is a six hour time difference)

Beer
Beer? Beer.
Santa would not need rudolph if he can eight of these guys! hell Santa just needs one of these guys!
(Source: maltyk)

RIP Mr. Nielsen. thanks for the laughs
I love this song!!!
oldie but a goodie!