Dream Diary - 17/10/09
I've had a week of weird/amazing dreams so I am documenting them here.
In this particular dream President Barack Obama and I were attempting to survive the zombie apocalypse.
He chose a shotgun as his weapon and I elected to fight with a pistol. This did me little good, however, and I was quickly outnumbered.
To save me the pain of being eaten Obama adminstered to me a large dose of horse tranquliser from the dart gun concealed in his secret presidential ankle holster.
This makes him the most considerate US president I have met in my dreams so far.