ISZ

Had this funky dream a few nights ago (amidst a lotta shitty dreams) about the isz. the little black (or white) dudes from the comic (and tv series) The Maxx. might've seen the show on MTV's oddities back when mtv didn't suck.

either way, i find myself amongst (once again) strangers who, in my dream, are good friends. and for some reason we live near this house that gets attacked by the isz (i'm not sure what the plural is...so i say the isz...but by isz i mean thousands of them) come nightfall every night. and while they are mean little fuckers, they're more sadistic than just a menace. they'll poke and prode and basically just tool you instead of an axe to the noggin. so they infest this weird house every night and the poor family that lives there is locked in by the isz. and nobody knows where they come from, why the come at night, and can't fight them at all.

somehow me and my "friends" figure out that they're coming from their home world (which in the maxx is the "outback") and they come to our world every night because i think something gets depleted by nightfall...food i'm guessing. i knew then but forget now. either way, one day we follow them OUT and find ourselves in the outback and see what happens in the outback, and see them return to the family in the locked house at night.

just remembered, everyone just considers the house haunted and nobody goes in. except somehow we found out that there was a family trapped in there (i assume family but i specifically remember a poor old lady...boo). so finally one day when we hear the isz coming (they come through a pipeline that somehow connects the two worlds), we get the old woman (and others) out and lock the doors. the isz get in (you can hear them scratching about in the pipe) we block the pipe from the outside trapping them in the house and run.

not that that would stop them for long, but at least we saved the family from an eternity of torture.

weeeeiiiird.

Nightmares and Zombiescapes

Very vivid dream a few nights ago about running around with a few friends after some kind of disease or something wiped out just about EVERYONE except a small portion of our age group. I was in a rural neighborhood (don't think i knew any of my "friends" in real life) and what we ended up doing was runnin' around and breaking into people's houses for shelter and food. and taking their dogs...because for some reason dogs were good things to have around. so we'd go and squat here and there and we had a few dogs with us. they were supposed to protect us from something....i found a really spritely champagne colored something or other (poi dog) who had a crazy tail wagging fixation. very cute :)

at some point we relocated from the house we'd been at for a week or so and found this house like....mansion/castle style with a door that looked like it came off a bank vault. i still can't figure out how we broke in, but when we got there there were like sleeping bags around and another crew of survivors hangin' out raiding the fridge. i think we were hiding from zombies. or now that i think of it maybe some kind of like invading army or something? oooh, maybe it was aliens. that were alergic to dogs, heh heh. who knows...but it was soemthing that being behind a vault door made us feel better about.

very vivid images of these beautiful rural streets, well kept yards....no dead people, no crashed cars, no fires....just....empty. odd.