Funny Story and then Zombies.

So this first story is something that actually happened, and I find it somewhat laughable.
I woke up at 6:15 this morning to a deep voice saying, "Listen to me... very... carefully." I realized it was my dad, standing just inside my doorway with the lights still off. I started freaking out, imagining some sort of doomsday scenario in which the two of us were being forced to escape the house in secret in order to survive.
However, he went on to say, "School. is. cancelled." Very slowly like that, too. At first I was like, "What?!"
Not because I hadn't heard him, but because I was surprised. He repeated himself again very slowly. I said something like, "Really?" and he said it again, and then a few more times in the exact same tone of voice. I finally turned on my light and told him I had heard him the first time, because apparently he thinks I'm a huge, deaf idiot when I first wake up.
Anyway, it was strange but pretty funny. I think he was more tired than I was.

----------------------------UPDATE--------------------------------------------------
My dad swears this did not happen. He says that he told me school was cancelled a bunch of times, and I just mumbled a lot and didn't respond. One of us was dreaming... the only question is - who? (It was definitely me.)





Then there was a dream about zombies, as usual. (I'm starting to run out of google image pictures to use so this one is myself and my brother from last year.)

I was with some people that I now don't remember. One of them was an older, kind of sexy guy. We were running around a maze-like area. The zombie apocalypse had already started, and occasionally (but not often at first) a comically slow-moving zombie would stumble out from behind a door or wall and one of us would kill it.

I didn't have to start killing zombies until one point near the end when we had picked up a few other people and suddenly, a group of zombies began surrounding us. I had a long knife in my hand, which I drove through several zombies' heads, somehow defying human anatomy by stabbing it straight through their skulls, when any good zombie assassin knows that the only way one can effectively stab a zombie through the head is through the eye. (This has been an inaccuracy in another zombie dream previously - remember the pens through the foreheads?)

Anyway, these zombies were kind of strange looking, they just looked like they had gross rashes on their faces instead of horrifically decomposed and bloody like the stereotypical zombie. (American Zombie style, rather than Dawn of the Dead.)

This post kind of makes me feel like I'm a zombie aficianado. I'm getting there. I still had to google how to spell "aficianado," though. It started out as "efficianado."