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December 18, 2010
I had a dream about beating up zombie gangsters. I was a man in my dream. It was set up like a video game with realistic movie bits. It was swell. I was with a homey I've already forgotten the name of.

I'll just call him Joe. Joe and I lived in a place with zombie gangsters. Only the gangsters were zombies, no one else. We had assigned missions from this chick who thought she was a flight stewardess. She always told me and Joe to get to this one place to buy stuff. She was a useless chick.