Spilled Milk / Popcorn Mail / Zombie Show

Spilled Milk -

I don't remember this one very vividly, but Grayson and Zach were at my house, and we were sitting at the counter, I think eating cereal, and Grayson spilled a bunch of milk on the kitchen table. Him and Zach were up and near the table for some reason, while I was watching from some distance. I was warning them that it was dripping off onto the floor, but every time I said anything, Grayson just got really pissed off that I wasn't the one cleaning it up. I thought this was absurd, but as the milk spread across the entire floor (The amount of milk was just multiplying, it was completely impossible) I decided to grab some paper towels and take care of it. As I passed Grayson to mop up the milk that was finding its way down the hallway toward the front door, I stood up slightly to whisper in his ear, "Fuck you". I guess I was really pissed off. This made him livid, and he started screaming about fighting me, swearing and all. My parents were in the living room watching TV, and I just remember wishing he would keep it down for that reason. Multiple times he threatened to "Throw a brick at my crotch".

Popcorn Mail-

I was in what looked basically like a telephone booth, but it was perched on top of a cliff or something, I think I had to traverse many stairs and rickety bridges to get there. Inside was a vat filled with ice, but it was supposed to be popcorn. I was communicating with some voice who didn't have a body to represent it, but this wasn't weird at all at the time. The voice and I were talking about how much salt to put on the popcorn, and how sometimes people put too much. There was a pitcher next to all the ice full of a yellow powder, it was butter-flavored salt or something. I poured a reasonable amount in, and started shaking the vat around to spread it out. I wasn't satisfied with the distribution of it, because since this was ice and not popcorn, the salt was sticking mostly to the pieces that I poured it directly on, since it was kind of melting. I picked up the entire tub out of its place in the table and shook it vigorously, I remember there being some kind of foreign object in there that I wished wasn't in the way messing up the salt, I think it was a straw hat. Then the popcorn lady came by, but she was clearly in a mail truck, and I kind of understood that the mail lady dealt with this popcorn. She poured probably a gallon jug full of white salt in through a slot into the ice-corn, then even a little more. I was appalled, and so was the bodiless voice. Then I ate some that had only my salt on it, since hers was mounded near the mail slot. It was really good, and cold, and salty. The mail lady asked me to pass her some through the slot, so I gave her some, again from the side that only had my salt. She really enjoyed it, and I thought why the hell did she put so much salt on there?

Zombie Show -

I was on my dual-recliner couch in the extra bedroom at Jamie's house, watching TV. Every time a commercial would come on, I would step outside and drink some beer in the yard. It was about 1 AM, and my mom was sleeping in a lawn chair in the yard. The TV show and reality were very confused, one bled into the other a lot. The show I was watching had something to do with a zombie-like virus or something, kind of like 28 days later. This black woman was in a desert with her son who was about 5 years old. He was running around, and I think she was just trying to catch him, but she somehow contracted the virus, really out of nowhere, and to demonstrate this the camera zoomed in on her eyes and they crossed then uncrossed, and she started walking like a zombie. She ran into a bunch of cacti and her face was bleeding. At this point I was watching the whole thing in "reality" outside Jamie's house, and the little boy was just outside of a cactus grove that should have been Jamie's yard, and standing in the gravel street facing the road. It was dark, so we didn't notice until the mom reached him that his entire head was shredded flesh and he was covered in blood. This was enough for the mom to get over the virus I guess, and she started mourning her son. I'm not sure if he was dead, but probably. I decided not to drink any more beers and go inside, and I was confused as to whether or not I should rewind the show tivo style, because I was having trouble judging how long I was outside, but a different show seemed to be on. This is probably because the other show was happening outside. Then I started wondering why I wandered outside every commercial instead of just fast-forwarding through the commercials. Then I woke up.