The Scotto Grotto (org)

I had a freaky dream last night, involving the reanimated and rotting corpses of old movie stars… they were quite large… maybe 2 or 3 stories… small to godzilla, but frighteningly huge to me. (or maybe I was just little kid size? hard to say… the perspective was not something I was paying close attention to.)

I distinctly remember Anthony Quinn and Cesar Romero duking it out, as well as a huge number of other long-dead folk, too. Anes Moorhead and John Wayne… and I knew ( despite a lack of dialogue) that they all wanted to eat the house I was living in. I remember having to get a few things and take off, lest they consume me in their horrible, necrotic jaws, as well as the house. I vividly recall grabbing things of importance like newt and my laptop, and pulling out the top drawer of my dresser to take my goodies. (love letters, misc keepsakes).

I wish that I’d remembered my Zombie knowledge that I have while awake…there’s a big container of salt in the kitchen… I think that would’ve helped to fend them off.

I believe is right… his mention of voo doo to my word of the day a couple of entries back may very well have set off that random crackling of neurons.

oh, and the perils of cloning…