I had the strangest nightmare. The following is what I can recall:
For most of my nightmare it alternates between 1st and 3rd person perspective viewing. Like a movie, which is a little weird in my dreams.

It began with a full family on a hilltop having a picnic. I remember the colors from these, very vibrant emerald green for the grass hilltop, a very rich blue for the sky, marshmallow white clouds, sun yellow and orange for flowers and what not. When watching the family it was like I was a fly on the wall: I wasn't there but I could control the camera view and distance. The sounds where drowned out by a deep calm breeze. There was no other life besides this family.

So they beginning unfolding their blanket, setting down their cooler and setting up the food and drinks. The kids are running around with kites smiles all around. Grandma is sitting down near a tree, her back towards the family. After the preparations are finished, they begin hollering at grandma to come over and eat. The sky starts getting darker almost like a purple, storm clouds move in, and grandma isn't responding.

She turns her head and you see a huge gouge in her neck and claw marks down her face. Her eyes are jaundice yellow, the pupils heavily dilated, and blood is spewing out of the hole in her neck. Her mouth contorts, she lets out this wailing scream, she's suddenly up, arms flailing about, doing this like demon sprint and engulfs the "camera".

The next thing I remember is a birds eye view that is descending through a cityscape. It's night time and for some reason I know that it's been night time constantly for a few months now, and no matrix-always-night darkness but darkness in that there are no stars in the sky, few street lights work, and it's more like pitch black darkness. A void, and to make it worse, it's raining.

As the camera is descending towards the ground at a slow pace I begin to see shapes and figures. There are no colors except either black or white. I see body pieces littering the ground, I can hear screams and howls going off in the distance. Then I see people running. The camera suddenly snaps to 1st person and I realize I'm one of the people running, running away from a horde of zombies. In my nightmares the zombies are never intelligent, they are more like a pack of angry rabid dogs who only want to eat, claw and bite. They don't organize, they don't rationalize, it's just meat and the craving to consume.

So we're running, there are maybe 4 of us. I can barely make out the city we are running through but buildings are either completely destroyed, abandoned, or on fire. I look back and see what's chasing us and it's 4-6 zombies. Suddenly gunfire erupts and the zombies are now a pile of contorted smoky clumps of meat. We here shouts but I never really hear dialog. We meet up with the people who've rescued us and we vow to save others, as many as we can.

Months pass by and our group has grown. There are approximately 45 of us and we've managed to secure a manufacturing plant. We're losing more than we are saving and the zombie horde is growing too fast for us to fight it. We decide to create protector robots but we have to sacrifice 8 people to do so. The lights in the factory are a very very bright white or pale blue. It burns the eyes after months of being used to darkness. We brandish numbers on these bots, 1-8, and we give them codes to obey. Things seem to be going well with these robots decimating huge swaths of zombies outright, we're able to secure more and more of a foothold in the city but we lose a robot in one of our battles.

The next thing I remember is that somehow the zombies have breached our security and they're "converting" people right in our factory as they work their ways through the remainder of our group. I'm running through a long alley in the factory, pipes and vats on either side of me, and I remember the loud stomping footsteps, the deep breathing, the menacing feel in the air. I'm thrown down and I can only make out the silouette of the beast standing above me. It's not a zombie, it's something else. Where hands and forearms are instead the glint of metal blades cheaply surgically attached to the elbow. It lifts one arm in the air and I can see the dead body of one of the survivors I was with. With his other arm he cuts off his head and I can see a very vibrant red pour out and into this beasts mouth, almost like a shower of blood. He throws the carcass aside and begins walking towards me. He raises his arm back and as he's about to kill me one of the protector bots takes the blow for me. I get up to run and the beasts cuts the bot in two, and another protector bot takes the hit. One by one they all sacrifice themselves for me and begin dying. 4 of us somehow survive, find our escape jeep and we flee. We decide to go the only safe city we humans have been able to sustain and it's called something like Malaboa. From what I can remember, the city is partially underground and above ground and some genius inventor has utilized the huge electric towers to emit a field that placates the zombies so they lose their urge to consume. So they just wander and get in the way, completely docile.

As we are approaching the city we see huge swaths of lights and we grow excited. People are actually living above ground, shopping, eating, enjoying life in the wasteland and darkness. As we are making our way to the command bunker to link up and explosion goes off in the distance and all the lights go off. We hear screaming, howling and growling, and the sounds of flesh being torn off bodies. We turn on the vehicle headlights and where was a huge population of people is now either a scrambling and panicking horde of humans or a growing and hungry horde of zombies, some of them running towards our vehicle. So as we are running the zombies over and trying not to get turned, we finally make it to the command bunker and they let us inside. I remember the main doors that safeguard everyone inside; they are these huge metal, castle like doors with only a small viewport to look outside. The power both outside and inside is flickering on and off and I can tell they are trying to restart the whole system.

I don't hear the screaming and yelling but I see it in their faces. I can feel my heart rate race faster and faster. What am I going to do what are these people going to do, where is my gun? As these people are struggling to regain command and control and calm the panic, I can hear the pounding of flesh on that huge metal bunker door. The pounding sounds are growing, it sounds like hundreds of arms or hands are scratching, clawing, and beating the door. Somehow I can see this taking place from the other side and I can see the zombies losing their fingers and hands to this door, literally scraping and clawing fingers and bone off. So now there is this huge blob of red chunky mess on the door. I slowly walk up to the viewport, hearing the growling and snarls on the other side, I peak through the reinforced glass and see the same beast who was attacking me in the factory, only this time it actually has hands. Well they are more like bear claws, but hands nonetheless. It's trying to pry the control box and short circuit it to open the huge bunker doors. I see more beasts just like him walk out of the darkness and into the faint light, and they are all different in style but obviously, bigger, stronger, and not zombies.

Before waking up, the last thing I remember before the door opens is the branding of the number 7 on it's shoulder.


And now, every time I think about it, I want to turn it into a survival horror comic, using only 4 colors. It'd be in very messy ink style which would go great with drawing rain. So I'd use blue, white, black and red as the only colors in this comic, and the more I think about it the more I want to do it. The problem is, I'm deathly terrified of my zombie nightmares(this isn't the first one; there was one where I killed my best friend by shooting him in the head because he was a zombie, but that's another story), and I know if I continue to think about these nightmares I'll just have them again or have some kind of nightmare.

TL;DR: I had a zombie nightmare and now I want to turn it into a survival horror comic.

Blah, this sucks. Things aren't going right at this moment and it's stressing me out.




I need to quit smoking as well.

Proving to my roommate that I still have it in me to do silly art. I might come back and finish this, I might not, either way I'm pretty happy how it turned out for a quicky.

Work in Progress(Still)

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7 (where it is now)

COMMENCE OPERATION, ANSWER QUIZZES:

PUT A STAR NEXT TO THINGS YOU HAVE DONE:
*1. Started your own blog
*2. Slept under the stars
*3. Played in a band
*4. Visited Hawaii
*5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
*7. Been to Disneyland (does Disneyworld count?)
*8. Climbed a mountain
*9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
*13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
*14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Been to the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen pyramids of an ancient civilization in person
20. Slept on an overnight train
*21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
*23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
*24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Visited the Caribbean
27. Run a marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
*29. Seen a total eclipse
*30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
*36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
*39. Gone rock climbing
40. Been to a World Series game
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
*45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
*51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
*52. Kissed in the rain
*53. Played in the mud
*54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
*58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
*60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
*64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp (a monument for camp victims)
*67. Bounced a check
*68. Flown in a helicopter
*69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
*70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
*71. Eaten sushi
72. Pieced a quilt
*73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
*82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
*84. Had your picture in the newspaper
*85. Read the entire Bible
*86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
*88. Had chickenpox
*89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
*91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
*93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
*98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
*100. Read an entire book in one day
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100 TRUTHS:
001. Real name → Edward Louis Albrecht
002. Nickname(s)→ Eddie, Albreezy
003. Status → Single
004. Zodiac sign → Scorpio
005. Male or female → Male
006. Elementary → Camp Pendleton, CA -> 29 Palms Elementary School, CA
007. Middle School → 29 Palms Junior High School
008. High School → 29 Palms HS -> Brooke Point HS, Stafford, VA
010. Hair color → Black
011. Long or short → My hair? Short
012. Loud or Quiet → Quiet
013. Jeans or sweats → Jeans for everyday, sweats for relaxing/PT/Gym is acceptable
014. Phone or Camera → Phone
015. Health freak → No
016. Drink or Smoke? → I need to give up smoking, so drink
017. Do you have a crush on someone? No
018. Eat or Drink → I love food and alcohol. Nothing can compare.
019. Piercings → None
020. Tattoos → 2 - Filipino Sun Rays and German Iron Cross

FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → N/A
024. First best friend → I think it was a kid named Jason. Though I remember Eric, Charles, Matt D. and Matt C., then JT and then Rafa.
025. First award → Probably a soccer trophy
026. First crush → I can't remember her name, but she was a cutie. I think we where 6-7.
027. First pet → that I cared for? Bo(sephous). A great German Shepherd.
028. First big vacation → Probably....to Wisconsin visit my grandparents for the holidays. Otherwise, Hawaii I suppose.
030. First big birthday → I was never really a person who cared for big birthday's.

CURRENTLY:
049. Eating → About to cook: Venison + cream of mushroom soup, some veggies, and pasta.
050. Drinking → Magic Hat : Circus Boy
052. I'm about to → Continue with my homework
053. Listening to → Led Zeppelin - When the Levee breaks
054. Plans for today → Cook, eat, drink, try to draw, then sleep.
055. Waiting for → get paid.

YOUR FUTURE:
058. Want kids? → 2, 1 boy 1 girl.
059. Want to get married? → Eventually
060. Careers in mind → I've narrowed it down pretty well.

WHICH IS BETTER FOR A GIRL?
068. Lips or eyes → Eyes
070. Shorter or taller? → If she's taller than me, that's a bit freaky and as long as she's not shorter than my bellybutton.
072. Romantic or spontaneous → Both.
073. Nice stomach or nice arms → Both.
074. Sensitive or loud → Both
075. Hook-up or relationship → I'd rather have the relationship than the hookup.
077. Trouble maker or hesitant → Neither.

HAVE YOU EVER:
080. Lost glasses/contacts → Yes
081. Ran away from home → I think I ran away once....to the community park which was literally right outside my parents house.
082. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → Yes
084. Broken someone's heart → Doubt it
085. Been arrested → Almost
087. Cried when someone died → Yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. Yourself → Sure, why not? Wait...what?
090. Miracles → No
091. Love at first sight → No
092. Heaven → Sure
093. Santa Claus → Not anymore
094. Sex on the first date → Honestly, no. It's just not that big of a deal to me.
095. Kiss on the first date → Sure.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → No one in particular.
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → No, but it should only get better from here.
099. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD - Yes
100. Post as 100 truths and tag at least 10 people → How about no.
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25 Things about me

1. I feel as though I have been away so long I have lost touch on how to "appreciate" people. In otherwords, people in general piss me off.
2. I hate smoking but it has become such a habit that sometimes I don't realize that I've bought a new pack until I'm walking out of the store.
3. I enjoy soccer more than football. YAY MANCHESTER UNITED! BOO CHELSEA!
4. I seldom draw anymore. I'll go periods of great inspiration and motivation and it'll be the most creative portion of my life for that year, then there'll be months without me even thinking or bothering trying to draw anything.
5. I miss playing the piano. I was really glad I got to the level of playing I had, and now I regret not having played it in years.
6. I can't sleep at night on most nights. For example, last night: I was asleep by 11pm, which is a huge difference for me. I woke up at 3am, and couldn't sleep again till 6am. On Tu and Th, I typically don't get to sleep till around 3-4am, on M & W, I probably won't sleep, Friday I'm out drinking till odd hours of the night, Saturday I'm out drinking till odd hours of the night, and Sundays, I'm so exhausted that I try and crash around 11-12, but I always wake up too early.
7. Growing up I had a phobia of "land sharks". I used to be afraid of getting off my bed because I always thought some shark that had adapted to living on land was going to eat me.
8. Growing up, my father was the single thing I was afraid of. If I did something wrong, my mother just had to say, "I'm going to tell your father" and I would freak out.
9. I remember reading all the Tom Clancy and W.E.B. Griffin novels that my father had. It's not great literature, but it's something to do and read for awhile. Eventually, both author's characters exude a sort of..."god" complex, and they give birth to characters who begin off as irrelevant, but never seem to go away.
10. Honestly, I feel both literature and cinema need to kill off their main character(s) more often and let the bad guys win every now and then or show the hero failing at his great quest. It speaks more when showing failure and their fall and recovery from failure than it does about triumphing over the impossible.
11. Video games are my vice.
12. I hate my roommate's dog, IO with a fiery passion. The dog is disobedient, is stubborn and persistent, and lacks any sort of discipline. This, I feel, is all due in part between the conflicting upbringing the dog receives: James lets him pretty much get away with almost anything while I don't let him get away with shit.
13. I despise the Media/news industry. I'd rather they give me cold hard, emotionless facts so I can formulate my own opinion, rather than succumbing to the sensationalist drivel that almost every major media outlet is putting out now. I'd rather go to the BBC for news about America than I would CNN/NBC/ABC/FOX.
14. I've noticed that when I'm sober and with my friends we talk about girls and their body parts, video games, and booze; however when I'm drunk we talk about the industrialization of third world countries, the balance of power, the meaning of sovereignty and a state's right(state as in country), etc....
15. My alcohol of choice is Vodka. If I'm home visiting my parents, I'll drink scotch with my father; if I'm out with my friends I'll do shots of bourbon and drink beer; if I'm home drinking it's always vodka or beer.
16. I have absolutely no pride in either my filipino or german heritage. I don't know of any relatives that live there, I don't speak either language, I was never raised in any particular culture, and I feel absolutely no connection to either country. My tattoo's only signify what I'm made of, not who I am.
17. I've been known to say the most hateful and racist things people will hear and I've been the target of some of the most vile remarks when I'm around friends. Why? We all don't care about race and it means nothing to us. I am me solely because of how I act, how I treat my friends, how hard I work, and the way I talk. The fact that I'm Filipino & German is inconsequential and has no rank or meaning in our group. Judge a person based on their character and nothing else.
18. I love cooking. The taste alone is worth the time investment.
19. I need to learn more recipes.
20. I don't believe in the aspect of one night stands. Sure, the immediate benefit is "hey, alright, sex!" while the long term benefit is nill. I'd rather go with the harder to manage but higher pay off long term relationships than a series of one night stands.
21. 20 applies only if I'm sober and rational. Drunk and a bit irrational procures different thoughts.
22. I hate borrowing money from people. To me it's a sign of weakness, or that you're lesser a person. I'm stubborn and stupid for this, I know, but I still despise it.
23. Alright, only a few more left.
24. I need to check on my cooking.
25. FINALLY DONE. BEER TIME.

I haven't touched this in the last few days, been too busy with my programming assignment. But here's where it stands:

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