My Dad was a Giant Pineapple

Zombie movies......not a particular fan of them unless there is comic relief wrapped into it like Shaun of the Dead or Zombieland or Ice Princess.

Last nights dream:

I, along with a few other compadres, entered into a decrepit compound that we knew was plagued with death. Armed with pocket knife swords that were sharp on every side and cut my hands up we entered into the humid building.

Nothing....the place was empty. It appeared that it had been abandoned for a long time. There were broken computers, vines growing everywhere, and a dusty substance.

Then we left.

Yeah right.

We trudged down a flight of stairs and entered what appeared to be an apartment. Everything looked moldy. Surprisingly, there was an aged couple sitting at the kitchen table. They were very unusual looking.

Have you ever held a peach that had been sitting out for three weeks? Furry, splotchy, sunken in at some points. These old people's faces were just like that. yuck!

I kept my distance from them.....they acted unusual....not as mindless as a zombie....but enough.

The next room had three floors. I saw what appeared to be my aunt and uncle....but only look-a-likes. Some of my compadres were with them. On the third floor, I saw another set of Aunt Nancy and Uncle Dave. What was going on? I went upstairs.

A GIANT PINEAPPLE. My dad's entire torso was an enormous delicious looking pineapple. Unusual.

Moving closer to my fruity father, I tripped and fell. In the process of falling, I accidentally, sliced my father's rough exterior belly.

Spread across the floor were smaller pineapples.....at least 20 or so. One of them was split open. Lying inside the busted fruit was an electronic device.

It clicked.

I had found the instrument needed for my compadres and I to get back to our world.

dream BIG.