post cool stories, bros

i had a dream last night; it was only one night in reality, but it was a week in the dream.

i had a dream that zombies attacked my town. i woke up early in the morning and heard moaning and screaming outside so i looked out the window and there were people with grayed skin wandering around aimlessly. i knew they were zombies and i wanted to stay in but this little kid that looked like gary colman was being chased by zombies while he was holding my cat and a baby. i didn't have any weapons except a machete and a paintball gun, which if you read the zombie survival guide; is not very good for fighting zombies.
with only these two weapons, i ran outside and tried to fight off some zombies, but we couldn't fight them off so the gary coleman kid threw the baby in the ditch and some of the zombies went after it and we managed to get away.
-stuff i don't remember-
once we got away from the zombies, i met the kids family and i urged them to come with me to the parking lot of stein mart (which is many blocks away from my home), for some reason i knew that there was an evacuation helicopter there. so we went and tried to escape our neighborhood.
for some reason, we found a house that wasn't torn down and we took refuge in that for a while, and i found five of my friends, my little brother, pip, and my grammy also taking refuge there.
when i told everyone that we should get back on the road; the black family said that they didn't want to leave; no matter how many times i begged them to come with us. eventually, i gave up on them and told the rest of the party to move.
we finally got to the helicopter, where there was room for only eight passengers and the pilot. I told them to go on without me and to pick me up tomorrow because i was the only one with weapons. they reluctantly left without me, and i was left to fend for myself.
after a week, the helicopter still did not arrive; i literally got sleepy, hungry, and exhausted in my own dream. i barely ate; i had to swallow rocks to keep myself from collapsing from hunger. god, it felt so real. i broke into an abandoned car and turned on the radio for some update. apparently, that helicopter was the last one and they would bomb the town to rid of the zombies. i had to think fast so i could make it out alive. all of the roads leading out of town were blocked by vehicles (according to the radio) so i could not drive myself out. i had lost hope; and i returned home and paid respects to my zombified loved ones, whom i had to "kill" along the way of survival. It was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life, even though it was a dream.
i then remembered my friend; who wanted to become an Interpol officer with me before she died. I promised on my grave that i would fulfill her dream for her; and i was suddenly filled with hope again.
i headed down the road to Camp Shelby; a military base stationed near my hometown. wielding only a machete and paintball gun, i finally made my way there, and stole a helicopter and flew out right before a plane dropped the bomb on my town.
i managed to survive; i flew my way out to the promise land and met back with my brother and friends. my grandmother had died due to the zombie disease while i was gone. I stared out at my new home; i was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.

this is a true dream btw

This post has been edited by Fierce Deity Saberie on Oct 1 2009, 06:45 PM

On the wall of the bathroom at my school some girl wrote poetry on the wall and next to it read, "I AM A SOUP DRAGON LETS MAKE GREEN SOUP"

What are you doing in the ladies bathroom?

my cool story is better than all yalls because it was real in my brain

There was a dream where I could shapeshift
**** happened
the end

my cool story is better than all you bros

So dreams about fleas suck.

a girl could of WENT IN the boys bathroom DUUUUUUUHHH

Only women write poetry so I had to assume a girl snuck into the boy's room.

DID SOMEONE ASK FOR A COOL STORY?!

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