Best Dreams Ever

I had some pretty badass dreams last night. Let me recount:

The first dream was like a horror movie. I was in a hospital building and there was evidently a pandemic. Everyone on the outside was possibly infected with a zombie virus. To the point where a large fluid blob of the virus fell out of the sky and a man tried to open the doors, and I held them closed. Then I found myself with a very attractive hero who took me by the hand and let me to a movie/stage theater to find an escape, because we couldn't get out of the building through the front doors. Heroman led me to the top, and all of the sudden the lights flickered and an amazing dragon-zombie-lady appeared and kidnapped me.
I was forced to put on a Marie-Antoinette wig and accompanying dress and stand on the stage front-left and hold my arms out and smile. There were these scary goblins or weird creepy people telling us to put on a play, and there were more goblin/zombies in the audience. One came up and touched me and told me to keep smiling. Somehow I escaped and reunited with my dashingly attractive and shaggy Heroman and we tried to find our way through the city.
One things for certain. ZOMBIE DREAMS ARE THE BEST DREAMS.

The second dream was more of a sci-fi genre. I was an orphan child living in a post apocalyptic world where all the power lay in one man who lived in a very steampunk and high tech castle. This world was overgrown with trees and toppled buildings, and there were a few mechanical things still working, like lamps and cars and shops. I befriended this blond orphan girl, who had more street-smarts that me, and we came upon about $300 of cash. In this world, cash was rare, but still the currency(?) and it would be surprising if anyone else were to have a few dollars on them. The population was full of thieves and dirty people. We had this money and decided we should go into the city to buy some food and essentials so we could live comfortably. We were rich.
The city was across an immense river and the only way to get there was an illegal passage by ferry. To get to the ferry, we had to cross a smaller river, which was magical, because it seemed like there was no way across, except there was a hidden road just inches below the surface. We got our feet wet crossing. We got on this ferry, which was more like a busboat that flew above the water, and we were sitting behind a man with a turban and a man that looked like Danny Devito. Wanting to count our money, but trying to do so without anyone to see was very tricky, but we tried anyway. Danny Devito saw and tried to grab some of our currency (which some had inexplicably changed into magic cards), but I was too quick and tore it from him. As we got closer to the city, the water started to move and underneath we could see lights of a very grand submarine, and we knew it was HIM. The bus driver got very nervous because he was driving an illegal ferry and he knew he would be caught, so we quickly packed up our things, and I shoved the money into a bag and into another bag, and my blond orphan friend had taken off her shoes to dry, but decided to leave them and go barefoot. In the scramble to get off the bus once we had landed, we only took the essentials, and I grabbed some blankets to shove into our packs.
We got out of the bus and through the dirty streets where we couldn't make eye contact and turned the corner into a crumbling park. There, the orphan girl told me that she had planned to meet two men there. They appeared, and they were young, smooth-faced men that were dressed like they were from the 1900s. They were brothers and they said they were time travelers.
That's where I woke up.

Unicorn Princess

I swear to God we heard a oratorio style opera today about zombies. Get this:

"The trumpet shall sound/ and the dead shall be raised/ and we will be changed."

Actually, this might be about the rapture and the coming of Christ, but imagining Handel writing about zombies is too good to NOT fantasize about while in an hour long freshman music class.
Also while sitting in aforementioned class, the girl next to me was (surprise surprise) online shopping. And she was looking at this shoe. And I looked over and we began drooling over them.


The best thing about these shoes? The name. Unicorn Princess Heel. How epically awesome is that? The worst thing about these shoe? The price. A hefty $120.

But they are so b e a u t i f u l.

In other news, production is underway on Senior Project...I'm working on object branding this weekend, or gallery space design.
Here are some things I am thinking about branding:



So those are a few ideas.
Andddddd. Have you ever seen this? I was thinking I could get some people to be in my gallery space and do some performance art, like those moving mimes or statues in tourist places. I thought this "Super Shaper Costume" would communicate a kind of androgynous, ambiguous being, with no gender and no pre set ideas of sexuality.
I showed this to Dave and he said, "Oh! Haha! Like our high school dance team? 'Feeling hot hot hot!'"
To which we laughed hysterically while remembering repressed images of skinny high school teenagers dancing and jumping in 20 neon spandex bags.

I promise, if I decide on using this, it will not EVER be that ridiculous.


reasons why i like zombies

1. Zombie movies are scary. And funny. And just plain entertaining.
2. A zombie-like epidemic is not as far-fetched as we think.
3. Zombies are dumb and easy to kill, meaning I would likely survive a zombie attack.
4. Dreams about zombies are just plain awesome! How awesome is kicking undead ass with a machete and a blowtorch? And never being bitten by a zombie, ever?
5. Best zombie films: Planet Terror, Shaun of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, Zombieland, Quarantine, Chopper Chicks in Zombie Town, Pet Sematary, Resident Evil.









Artwork Credit: Kristian Hammerstad