Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Oh my...

I had a coffee and my computer had fun on its own... I think my VLC player is dating my Garbage bin... Are they having kids?... Will we get Singing junk?
What happened while I was away???

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Alone

The house is warm but it gets cold at night... I'm sleeping alone again.
1 week.
1 nightmare.
1 day of pain because I have to live with that nightmare in my head... It's so real. It won't die... :(

I was so alone in it.
Left alone to defend for myself.
Living in a small room with an army bed and an old rug.
I was "the prey" in my dream.
Lots of boxing involved. :)

But I kept wating for my owner. He would come and save me.
My love would save me like he always does.
<3

The dream ended.

I woke up alone. I woke up with the hopelessness in my heart that my love is still far away.
My dream never got to the point where I LEARN and where I feel JOY.

In the dream I distroyed all my enemies and punched out all the weirdos from my small room. In a way I was safe but not "home".

I woke up on my belly. I never sleep like that.

Tonight I'm drinking more water so I have a reason to keep my dreams short and full of nice endings as well as cute people.



Yes, I'm training HERE. It's a GYM ain't it?

I go to the gym to train like an animal... like a person who knows that she wants to be better and bigger than yesterday.
I don't see how that is weird.

People should let others go to the gym and LIFT!

I get this sometimes:

A human: "You look like you're really lifting there..."
Me: "Tä." I take my earphones off...
A human: "...you look like you're really training. Is it heavy?"
Me: "Thanks? ... Yes. I like it like that." I crank up the music...
A human: "I just... hmm. Öö."
Me: "Have a good day." :)

***

I've done some posing lately again... at the gym I mean. People who know me don't care anymore but there are always some who seem to not like it... too much.
I can't help it. If I want to be better than last time, I need my poses. :) It's only 10 minutes.
And there's no point in posing at home alone in dim lights and not smiling enough... :)

I want to be the best I can be. So I smile and I pose. I practice to be the best. :)
The gym was so crowded that I couldn't take pics with out some one else being in them so I took some in the showers...
DOMS in my legs from yesterday <3

today: upper body - push


Monday, October 28, 2013

Hat

I made myself a hat. Again.

I need a clothing label... Maybe
MPH
or
Aiim
or
HB...

Äshh, I've made more clothes this year than in the last decade..

I also need to buy those "printing things" so I can draw and write on my new clothes... Logos :)

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Emotions and shit

Pics from my HIIT tonight:
Jep, it's snow alright...

 freeky real, dog-wee, full of crap, ice cold, shitty snow (it hasn't snowed for a while, it's just some ice from the near by "hockey house"-what ever)

it gets dark at nights... still I do my HIIT :)
it's very liberating, almost emotional to be so "free" :)

NO. It is not the sun, it is not a UFO or a meteor... it just means that when skiing (like Crazy and wearing a bad hat) you will have lights on around the track... so you can ski your ass off ...at NIGHT :)

Noora who?

I have a friend. She has a BODY.

http://www.sportlife.fi/wordpress/author/noorah/

a pic from her blog
Noora is going for gold next year and I hope I can help her with frequent massages and muscle maintenance all the way through ...and After the competitions! There's NO NEED to stop taking care of your body just because a specific date has passed by... :)

an old pic from earlier this year @ kuntokeskus K&M, Lahti
I believe that the BAD head aches that I had last month were a result of too little maintenance.. I did ALL I could (and extras too), but I didn't get enough help from Others. :)

I'll never make that mistake again.




Kissing androids

He's back! Sir Patrick Stewart :) and he brought a friend: Mr. Brent Spiner 

Patrick told me to use his first name so I will. 

In my dream we (Patrick and I) played around with mirrors and sunglasses. For some reason we both thought that it was hilarious how we looked in our reflections. We laughed so hard it woke me up a bit. Quickly I sank back into my dream and we were on a spaceship somewhere far away, orbiting a huge gas planet. It was a mining planet even though it was mostly dense gas. 

We had a mission! (Yes! On a mission with Captain Picard! I love this dream! <3) 

An unmanned shuttle had been robbed that was carrying "whatever dense gas they mined". We were shown a video recording of the robbery in a room that overlooked the planet. The view was amazing. Swirly gas clouds slowly, slowly moving beneath us. It was a beautiful amber planet with three, small ice moons.
Apparently the shuttle always takes the same route and travels the same time every day. It doesn't have any other functions but to carry its load up to the mother ship and return back down to be filled. 

We were amazed of the two robbers who had taken a single SMALL shuttle from earth to this far off planet (it must have taken them months to get here?). The video showed that they climb out of their little white shuttle and maneuver it from the outside to catch up to the "gas shuttle". They roped their prey with their oxygen lines and boarded the shuttle. It's much bigger than their shuttle because it has a capability to carry crew as well as serve as a living/working area for miners. 
It doesn't take long for them to override the "gas shuttle's" computer and set a new course.
We were told that the "gas shuttles" always stop if they come into trouble. They are programmed to stop so that they do not run into the mother ship if they malfunction. I guess the gas they carry is quite dangerous in empty space.

I looked at Picard. He was in his thoughts for a moment. Then he raised his head and said:
"Mr. Data. What do you think of this?"

<3<3<3 Here's where I sank to my knees! DATA! In my dream! <3<3<3

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:DataTNG.jpg


Data was sitting on the other side of the room. He rested his elbows on his knees like a rundown human. 
Data: "Sir, I believe that we are witnessing something more than just a robbery on this video. I believe that this is a hoax."
Picard: "What do you mean?"
Data: "Sir, I believe that the two robbers seen on this video are actually still here, orbiting around this planet. I also believe that this was not a robbery at all, but a way to play our interests away from the real issue at hand: The financial crisis of this mining station."         

Picard and Data talked more but I can't remember it all... Most of the time I just stared at Data when he spoke. I listened to the words that he chose to communicate as simply, but as accurately as possible. He never used his hands or body to make a point. Oh, how I love listening to people who talk like that. <3

Picard seemed happy with the analysis that Data gave about the robbery and investigations were spread outside the shuttle incident. Data had been right. The shuttle was found on the other side of the planet, inside one of the large storms. The two men were not charged with anything for they thought they were taking part in a safety rehearsal. 

A while later I saw Mr. Data in that same observation room. He was sitting in that same chair, looking out at the planet, a bit crouched over, so much like a tired human… I've never seen him like this? Was he ok? Was he malfunctioning in some way? Maybe I could help him run a self-diagnostic? 

Me: "Sir?... Mr. Data?"
Data: "Yes, Miia."
Me: "Oh… I… I just wanted to say how much I admire how you solved this whole mess." I started to walk over to him… very slowly. I guess I was afraid that the dream would end before I get to him so I made everything slow down.
Data: "I simply looked at the facts and made my conclusions based on them. There was always the possibility that I could have been wrong." He smiled at me.
Me: "I wish I could be as smart as you."
Data: "I am a machine. You can never be like me." 
Me: "Yes, you're right." … "Um, may I touch you?"
Data stood up and held out his hand.
Me: "No, I meant. Can I touch your face?"
He sat back down and didn't move. I walked over and bent down to his face to look into his eyes from 15cm… 10cm…
Data: "This is closer then I've been to a female human in many years." 
Me: "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." I sniffed his skin and felt his cheek with the back of my hand. He felt so real! I was close enough to kiss him, just to know how it feels to kiss an android… but I didn't. There was no need to know everything. I went really close to his cheek with my face and just when the soft hairs of my cheek touched his skin I woke up.

Oh, boy. 
What a wet dream for a Trekkie like me! :P
<3<3<3 

just so you know what in space is going on:



Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Samuli Koutajoki

He's my PT.

For the first time ever... he made me whisper my secret safe word at the gym...
It was leg day.
He didn't hear me.
We kept going and I kept lifting.
He stood right behind me and didn't let me fall or quit.
He's my PT.

"Samuli makes my leggies grow biggie!"





You can find Mr. Koutajoki here:


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

STOP-PP-pushing me!

(I'll edit his later.) We have a coffee machine at work… an automat. It takes coins and the sugar will eventually kill you. I had a coffee machine in my dream last night. It was a nice one. It kept giving me extra coins and I couldn't fit them in my coin purse so I just kept stuffing them in my pockets and shoes (?). A man came behind me. He wanted to use the machine but I hadn't gotten my cup yet, I was still in the middle of making money with it  He started pushing me, poking and kicking slightly with the tip of his shoe. I told him to "Back it off!" He didn't listen. This is where my dreams tap in to some freaky ancient monkey shit DNA… I roared at him like a lion and went real close to his face and snapped my teeth right by his nose. He looked wary but kept yelling he wanted to use "that darn machine!" I was still waiting for my cup to fill so I jumped at him (I jumped maybe 5cm, he's really close) and licked his face. I literally wet his whole cheek. I do this in my dreams a lot! I think I've seen it in so many movies where you get out of a tight grip just by kissing the attacker (I think Roger Rabbit or Bugs Bunny did it). He backed off. I got my coffee and a kilo of change. The guy was quite handsome: Athletic, youngish, well groomed… but WHAT AN ASS HOLE. Looks aren't everything.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Please let go...

Last night... it's still here. The dream about a view to a lake, a big house, a happy life and a summer night... it's still here. Sitting inside my head. It's so real.
Please go away. You're not real.

It's dark out side, it's not summer... we don't have a house by the lake........ yes, we are happy, but it's WINTER! I don't need a summer in my head right now. I need snow and ice. I need wool and fire and socks and hats and furry animals in my head. <3

...sometimes dreams hurt. They just STICK LIKE MONKEY GLUE. Almost laughing at me... laughing at my reality :) :) silly dreams :)

Hoping to see a wolly mammoth tonight.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Summer hotel in an empty city

Me: "Nice hotel but where's my room?"
Clerk: "You'll find it. Just follow the clues…" ;)
 Me: "Mm-hm." :/

 I walked outside. The weather was perfect for a day at the beach. This small city seemed familiar. I knew I've spent many nights here before.
I saw a gas station on the other side of the road that I often used to fill my coffee cup and get fuel for my motorcycle. It looks like Shell but sometimes it turns into a Teboil after I'm done with my shopping. They have the best maps there: All the roads and cities of my dream world. I just never buy one. I wonder why?

 I walked across the yard and came to the yellow, 3 storeys, stone buildings that had the suites and other hotel rooms in them. The window frames were all handmade and the wood that had been used was some kind of drift wood, really thick and dark. It looked wonderful against the pale yellow plaster.
It was so hot that most of the windows were open to let the air flow in and out of rooms. I had a wooden card in my hand that said "Cyclon 1". A door close to me had the same writing. It looked like a door to the cellar. I walked in.
The floors were cold and made of dark marble. I followed the stairs to the first floor and looked at a windowsill. A card stood there: "Wish for your room and you shall get it." Hmm, this ain't no normal hotel? I stretched my head out of the window to see if there were any other notes on the other side but I found none.
The window was to the inner ward. Almost no wind on that side… the building felt warm and I imagined a big bubble of warm air rising from the middle and lifting everything up: birds, insects, clouds, me… I don't remember finding my room. Instead I went back to the main building and found a restaurant. It had a beautiful view of the sea. I had a salad and a glass of water.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

here we go

No stupid dreams last night. I was even lucky enough to FORGET MY DREAMS today! It doesn't happen often enough. I still have some old (bad) dreams from over 30 years ago that I would like to forget... but no. Dreams stick like crazy glue. I have GOOD ones too from when I was about 3 or 4... They don't make much sense (elfs dancing) but I still remember them sometimes :) and laugh :)

it was dark driving home from Lahti... but Z4 knew the way :) 

My favorite PT "killed" my shoulders last night so it was nice that the car knows where we live <3

It's not dark ALL the time. I bought new shoes for running today. 

It was a nice +7 C or something but still my toes froze. Wrong socks! I'll knit myself some better ones.



Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The worst massage EVER...

Last night... huh... what a piece of shit customer I had.

In my dream I had this beautiful massage table (portable). I had only the richest and fittest customers :) hahaa, I loved it. Only the biggest rooms in hotels and fresh flowers every time... <3
I had everything I wanted as a freelance masseur for the VIP.

Until HE came along.
Stupid idiot man.
Rich idiot boy.

He kept lying 90 degrees the wrong way (hanging on the table), he was always naked (I tried to keep him warm with towels but he didn't wan't help) and he kept falling asleep and his favorite sleeping position seemed to be "the crawling soldier".. (do you know it? ... ähh, who cares.)

What an idiot. AND he didn't pay me >:O
Next time I see him I'll slap him!

We'll see what happens this night... I'm sleeping with the curtains open this week.
I'm trying to learn to sleep with "lights"... It's going ok. Maybe it's not light that keeps me up and brings the zombies in my dreams... maybe it's "sounds"?

I tested using soft space music in the summer but maybe I should find some white noise?
Groovy...


Monday, October 14, 2013

Keep your shirt on!

My tattoos hide my shape... Not completely, just enough to hide shadows.
But sometimes in the gym the light catches peaks and shapes...
These pics are from the shower room. Not the Good light I'm talking about.

Just imagine that I have cuter, muscular arms:


Last night I spent having fun at a "special air show". Basically the planes never took off. They just taxied around and we looked at them from close up and took pictures of the paintings and pilots (it was still LOUD). Everyone was so happy there. Ice-cream stands here and there... :) 
We even had a really old Mig-21 (painted red and white) and it made a circus trick. It taxied past the main spectator stand and jumped in to a huge circus cannon and clowns drove off with it. The wings folded inward so it fit perfectly. The pilot was ok. He got popcorn.

I think the "plane jumping in to a cannon" is quite clear... It sure sounds like a train rushing in to a tunnel, huh... ;)

I had a sex dream and I didn't even know it :D
Hahaa! :)

***
I'm watching a mummy-movie tonight. 
I'm hoping they don't sneak in to my dreams.
Zombie-mombie-mummies... yigh... :(




Sunday, October 13, 2013

Food corner

kitchen
We burned a bunch of twigs and bits of an old wall... then we ate some chicken and apples.
Easy.

My clothes smell like a forest fire. 
I like it. :)


Zombie robots and a new planet

I got to go to a new planet last night. I think it was a planet. I guess it could have been a large moon...
Again I have no idea where it was... just that it was far away from here. Which is a good thing 'cause it wasn't the best of trips...

The space shuttle we used crashed and all the radios were broken and smoking when we climbed out of the wreckage. A single, yellow sun owned the clear sky and the sandy desert was hard and dry. A gust of wind blew my hair in my face and I felt a shiver on my back like I've never felt before... Colossal buildings of metal and glass glimmered in the distance. They were maybe 2-3 km away. We started walking to them. I was in a group of 4-6 people (it's hard to tell, some of them kept going out of phase or then they were just holograms). Some of us talked about the planet. It was a planet full of work robots. No humans were needed but some kept coming here to work in peace and quiet.

The buildings were part of a factory. Somekind of a terraforming thing... They were at least 300 meters high, mostly round... cylindrical in shape :) They stood out of the desert surface like huge mushrooms that had lost their hats.
When we got closer and could see doors, broken windows and other exits in the buildings, we heard a scream from where we had left the shuttle and most of our things (we were hoping to find a car to get our stuff later). Did we forget something? Did we leave someone behind?

A man in our group had binoculars and he saw that the shuttle was being attacked by thin, zombie-like robots. Pale, small eyed, metal ripping, circuit board eating robots. We didn't know if they were a threat to us so we started running for the buildings. A group of robots saw us and started coming after us. Oh boy, were they FAST! In seconds they were close enough for me to see their small cameras in their little eye holes. We kept running, some fell and were taken by the robots. They ripped their clothes and searched for anything metallic or electrical. I had my phone on me so I ran like the wind. No way am I going to let them eat all my cool pictures and messages that I had in it!!! I threw my watch at one of them that almost caught me just before I practically flew in side one of the buildings and hit the "close" button on my way in.

I was safe. I didn't know about the others. The door was sound proof.
I got up and kept going. Anyone or anything could open that door at any moment.

I needed a weapon.
I looked around as I walked through the labs and offices in the building. I came to a cafe and found the kitchen. Knives, axes, meat hooks... all gone. All I found was a box of bamboo chopsticks! :(

Finally, in a large corner office I found a baseball bat! Aluminium with a gold core. Weird but handy if I need to make my way back out side.

***

I never saw anyone else again (humans or robots). I just hung around the buildings. I found rope bridges connecting the buildings so I didn't have to go outside or walk in the desert.

I hope that was the last of that weird planet.
I don't feel a need to go back.


Saturday, October 12, 2013

The dreams that I don't talk about

First of all here are some crappy pics from todays goofy work out (back legs and middle finger).
a pic of my banana "Frida" :)
here's Frida again... on her side.
and here's Frida a bit higher...

yes, I'm all JIPPII for bananas even though they taste like wood up here in Finland... but we like wood up here in F-land ;)

***

To my dreams... the secret spy stuff I do all night... hihii...
Do you remember how it feels like to be outside when it's only +5 Celsius and you have to wear a hat but you can survive without gloves? Do you remember how the tarmac smells and CALLS out to you to get in your car and just DRIVE --- FAST :) Do you? Huh? Well, do you?... sorry, it gets dark around six these days and that means all the streets turn in to my dream world. 

I drive a lot at night :) Different cars and different streets. I don't obey the rules of the real world in my dreams. (Who would..?) I drive over zombies, the wrong way on a one-way street, on the sidewalk, into buildings, into lakes, in the sky (I guess that's technically flying with a car), etc.

I enjoy a very free life in my dreams :) Yep, I have problems eating or buying food but I do go to a lot of movies (last night I saw that new Airplane movie for kids, I haven't even seen it for real yet, only the trailers!) and the "normal" theater + magic shows (NO, the magician does NOT tell me how he does it, not even in my dreams). I hang around in libraries, book stores and big clothing stores and TOUCH everything. :D (no way in real life)
I take cruises on BIG cruise liners and I always have a VIP cabin for myself ;)
I can brake into ANY house or museum if I want to...
I see and meet celebrities and VIPs :) we talk a lot. I like to hear them talk and tell about their interests in life and how they FEEL about things...
I even smoke some times. Bad me. :P

Most of my dreams are -perhaps- made up of movies that I've seen over the years or just random stuff from real life. I spend a lot of my time in different parts of Helsinki or a city that resembles Budapest and Prague at the same time <3 there's also the "recycle planet": mostly a desert planet with HUGE factories and recycling thingies... I go there to work every now and then. I'm not sure WHERE in outer space it's supposed to be. I don't read stars that well...

I ride the train a lot. I get lost a lot. I fly around in space and I can breathe under water... I used to fly like the birds when I was little, but I'm not that good anymore. I'm sure this means that I must become better, better like I was as a child :) I must "become a child" again, see the world like a child...? Something like that. 

I just LOVE it when I see people from my favorite TV shows in my dreams. Like that time that I saw Capt. Picard <3 Oh my goddess <3 

Yes, I'll live a weird, super life 1/3 of my human life!!! :D

You live super too! :)
<3



Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Emotion : energy in motion

Consciousness and Happiness (conscious subjective experience of an emotion) go together ... it's arm day... and Swedish classes today... I'm feeling a bit -hmmmm- energetic ;) I'll tell you more about this whole thing called "emotion" later...

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

It's just art

A long and shallow dream kept me occupied last night. I was at a castle (some kind of Belgian queen used to live there). Others were there too, tourists and guests. We all looked at art, touched the statues and stared at paintings to "see beyond them". Every now and then someone was able to see IN to the painting. Me too: You start by looking at it softly. You follow the lines of the painting and let the movements of your eyes rock you to a gentle murmur (I think that's a word). Once you've connected with the painting you start to burrow in to it. You slightly need to flex your back muscles and stand with both feet on the ground. Sometimes it helps to make fists with your hands... You will notice the topography of the painting changing. The flatness turns to life by moving like a mesh. The picture thickens but becomes more elusive. Specks of light will appear behind the front picture. Concentrate on them!! You'll feel the ground disappear under your feet. Don't worry. You're just in a trance. The picture behind the fluctuating picture in the front will become clearer the more you give in to it. Let go. Give in. You're safe. It's just art. I didn't really talk to anyone last night. Mostly I just kept to myself and enjoyed the art in its new form of depth… Yes. The dream was shallow but only because there was another dream on another "channel" in my head. It happens sometimes. I switch from one to the other... Both dreams were happening in the same city and on the same night so I didn't really care about the plots... The other dream was about a Spa. A crappy spa. I went in for a foot massage and got oil slapped on my face and told to go wee in the bathroom sink. WTF?

Saturday, October 5, 2013

too much... uuuugh

first: 40kg, second: 20kg
Too much weight :(
I got hungry and greedy and spoiled my last sets :)

oh well, so what :D

It's fun to Try sometimes...

Kalle

Helsinki, metro, hihiiiii :)
It's just so Cool when it comes... it sounds like a "diuu-diuu-diuu" -thing... :D

school is cool (I'm SO having dreams about this skull...)

We all love "Kalle". Kalle wants muscles, but he ain't got none... 
School started... <3
Oh yeah :D


Thursday, October 3, 2013

more zombies and a fitness competition

The fitness competition was over by the time the dream started.
The longer girls had the stage and music and cheering filled the air. I looked around the back stage. The lights of the main stage slightly flickered in the back walls and the floors were covered with zigzagging cables that had been quickly taped to the floor and each other. I did my best not to fall over in my high heels. My huge hairdo sure didn't help. It kept getting in my face and eyes. Damn hair!

 A girl was sitting in the dark by a table back stage and crying about not making it to the finals. She kept repeating the same words over and over again: "I can't believe I didn't make it. I can't believe I didn't make it…" I told her to stop crying about nothing and to concentrate on the Now. :)

I gave her a short lecture about "wiping the table with the bad memories and setting up a nice serving with the good ones as well as the Next good memories she will be having soon when her recovery period kicks in to gear…" I even found some paper wipes and cleaned the table in front of her just to make my point. She stopped crying and started mumbling about not having any paper wipes of her own.

This is where the dream got weird.

I remembered an old house by the hill not far from here. I think it might be a motel. Somehow I knew they had paper wipes in their kitchen. But the road there was not safe anymore. Half the people of the world had been wiped out by a plague… the ones that had survived didn't have it any easier. Every time someone dies of an accident they turn in to zombies. Some of these zombies have also been seen in the city we were in. This meant that we couldn't walk, but I had a car. :)

http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Toyota_Land_Cruiser_yellow_vl.jpg


An old and rusty Toyota Land Cruiser: a total disaster, but the electric doors worked fine and it was great at driving over dead walkers.

We left and drove over to the house on the hill. (BTW her bikini was AWSOME! Dark green. Holy Christmas Cow she looked stunning.)

We saw one walker on a field (it was stuck in a ditch) and heard from the locals that it was the only one creeping around the city. The walkers aren't shot any more (this used to be the norm). Actually they're left for the drunk drivers to hit. (Yes, weird dream.) Personally I don't drink and drive and I don't think that anyone should either! Not even one little drink! …but I'm not too sure about not hitting a zombie if I see one. I don't think I'll ever see one …I hope so. :)

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Jesus is a zombie and Rats Olympics

Jesus!
I haven't seen him for 25 years and now he shows up as a ZOMBIE! :(
Last time we saw he showed me "my place in the world".
I was one of the workers on the darker side of the mountain. Here's how it went (remember, this was 25 years ago, I was still a kid):

There was a large opening in a thick forest, a field of some sort… the sun was shining and I felt warm and happy. I walked to that opening in the forest and saw people working around a big mountain of sand, sacks, clothes… stuff. I'm not sure if they were digging or sorting things out but it looked important. A man walked over to me. It was Jesus (he looked like your basic, thin Viking… just like in children's books). He talked to me, smiled and took me to the mountain of "stuff". I asked if I could work there too (I wanted to work on the sunny side and wear the orange t-shits like the others). Jesus walked me over to the shadows and told me that I would get a purple t-shirt and that I WILL work on the darker side first. I cried a bit. I didn't understand. He calmed me down and gave me hope that if I work hard enough I'll earn the right to switch to the lighter side. I felt proud. He believed in me! At least I think he did…?

This week I saw him again. I was at a book store. Some of my favorite places in my dreams: I read a lot at night. Comics, science books, magazines… The store was suddenly filled with clear, blue water (from the floor to the sealing). I swam around and started playing around like a dolphin. I had fun! :) But then he came. Jesus. He looked like shit! His eyes were dead and white, like on a zombie. His hair was shorter (like on Curt Cobain). His skin was gray, torn up in several places and his clothes resembled a pirate's outfit. He said "Hey." I was scared, what did he want? I chatted for a while with him. Tried to keep the topics away from his scary looks… After a while of floating around and doing my best not to touch him in any way I kicked as hard as I could to swim away from him and his empty eyes…!
I was almost out of his reach but he stretched out his arm and grabbed me from my nickers!
I remember screaming. The water killed most of my screams.
His touch was cold and hard.
 He said: "Don't go."

I ended the dream. I didn't want to stay.

I did feel bad for him but not enough to try to help him. He should have come to me earlier… when he was still half alive. Brrr....

 The night I had this zombie dream, rats of mice had some kind of Olypics up on the roof (or more like in it). They ran the hurdles, jumped around and partied all night... I was half awake most of the night... we bought traps later.

It's going to be a massacre.