Spaghetti is the Perfect Post-War Meal

Dinner was out on the deck of a friend’s cabin. The sun had just set when a pack of wolves arrived. Luckily we were thirty feet above the ground, making it difficult for them to reach us. Those of us that were on the swings were safe as well because they were thirty feet tall as well (the swings, not the people). The wolves were upset and wanted to eat us. Then we heard that everyone in town was having a meeting, and we quickly forgot the wolves.

Now thousands of people were assembled in an open field next to a mall type of building. Everyone was in line to go into what looked like the back of a C130 plane. I can’t recall why this was happening, but I’m sure there was a good reason. The line was covered even though it was night, and there were picnic tables too. I noticed a few people had war paint on their faces, but I thought nothing of it. As I was standing about one-hundred feet from the plane (I’m not sure what happened to my group) an army of vampires came out of the plane and began attacking everyone. It was mayhem. To add to the madness, an army (of humans) complete with helicopters and biohazard suits showed up and started fighting the vampires. Unfortunately, they decided to just kill everything, including all of the humans. There were bombs, fires, guns, and chaos.

I managed to escape to a nearby armored vehicle and slid behind a tire to hide from the spotlight of a helicopter. On the opposite tire was a soldier who must not have been paying attention, because I was somehow able to take his uniform and gun. I got up and headed toward the mall. As I went to fire my gun I discovered that it shot flaming bullets the size of softballs. I also discovered that I had the ability to fly. I didn’t fly above everything, but zoomed just over everyone’s heads at a high rate of speed. For some reason I believed I would be safe inside the mall. 

The inside of this mall had futuristic technology and small hallways. Kind of like Star Wars. People were running all over as I flew above them. Suddenly I seemed to be alone in the building and an announcement stated that it was alright to leave. I took an elevator and then found my way outside. There seemed to only be a few survivors from the attack, and I had no idea where to go. Some cars were driving by to see what had happened, so I hitchhiked with a vato in an old lowrider. I told him about the vampires, but he thought I was some crazy teenage girl who read Twilight too many times. So I explained that I had read the books, and these vampires were far more scary. Then we stopped at an italian restaurant and sat on the patio.

I have some pretty crazy dreams, qué no?