One good thing about having moving my base of brogging operations to WordPress is the simplicity in which I can jot down some thoughts and words at pretty much the drop of a hat, or whenever I can get on the intertubes.  That being said, I’m not the type that really remembers dreams too often, and whenever I do, I’d like to say I’d make a conscious effort to get them down in writing.  Sometimes, something comes out of simply trying to describe them, other times, it’s just reminders of the good that occasionally stems from the subconscious.

Anyway, last night’s dreams were naturally, all over the place.  Aside from the grin-worthy parts that involve two different chicks I’ve crushed over, in non-sequential order, the most vivid part of my dreams was simply a part where I was riding in a car with three other people.  Three of us were groggy and constantly dozing off while we were on our way to our destination, which I believe was geek trivia night.

Upon snapping out of my most recent daze, I become apologetic to the driver, who has become quite agitated at the notion that he was the only one awake, being the one saddled with the responsibility of driving.  I explain and make a vain attempt to wake everyone up, to be considerate, but suddenly, there are cars randomly stopped and scattered in the roads.  Some swerving and dodging is necessary at the moment, and I can’t really believe my eyes . It’s what I’ve seen hundreds of times in zombie and post-apocalyptic films, but here it is, right in front of me.

And that’s when I see the first bodies.  At first, I don’t believe it; it’s dark, and it couldn’t have been a real corpse.  But then we pass more cars, and then there are more bodies.  Swerving, and dodging more cars.  The further we go into this mess of chaos, the bodies increase, and it’s no longer in question of if it was a body, but now of what the fuck is going on?  Carefully we drive through the graveyard of cars and people, not really thinking once that maybe we should turn around.  The answer to my visual nightmares are never answered.

Because the next thing I know, I’m walking into my own bedroom, and there’s a girl I’ve been waiting to see, waiting for me.  Cue the soft Latin beat that typically plays in the background of the Dos Equis commercials.