Monday, February 11, 2013


I love The Walking Dead.  It's the bomb.  Go AMC.

There was a while when I decided I shouldn't watch it anymore because it gave me nightmares.

I know what you're thinking.  "Allie, why didn't you try to run or fight or something.  Are you a wussy?"

The answer is: YES, I'm a complete wussy.  Also, in my dreams I can't scream or move very fast.


And the very air becomes pudding if you try to fight.  Sometimes I'm like, "I'ma punch you, you friggin' zombie!  This is a dream, can't I do what I want?"

But if you try that, the zombies just eat you.  They eat you, and then you wake up shaking and a-frighted.


So I decided I wasn't going to watch it anymore.  Even though, deep inside my heart, I wanted nothing more than to see zombies take over the world.

Life was great.  At first.

(I was going to put ponies in this dream, but I quickly discovered that at this point, I'm completely incapable of drawing something that even remotely looks like a pony)

But then, about a week later, the zombies were back with a vengeance.

And I had a moment of brilliance.

And now, for some reason, whenever I have zombie nightmares, I'm a butt-kicking earthbender.
(if you don't know what that is, we can't be friends.)

And now I watch all The Walking Dead I want.