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So I had yet another crazy dream last night. Last night I watched A Living History of Zombies followed by Paranormal Activity 2 followed by an episode of Sparticus followed by The Walking Dead (Shane is fucking psycho! Glad Carl hasn’t shot the ass in the neck just quite yet) followed by another episode of Sparticus. So guess how effed my dreams were last night.

So I guess this dream was brought on by my interest not just in a zombie apocalypse but what life would be like post-Z Day (to steal a term). Well apparently in my dream, my brother and I were living in a city of totalitarian rulers who protected us from the undead but also ruled us under their thumbs. So I devised an escape plan and led my brother and a few others on our desperate escape attempt. We stole a helicopter and flew it over the edge of a cliff and for some reasons, rather than flying it to our destination like normal people, we decided to jump out of it and parachute to freedom.

We landed in a dense jungle and hiked through it until we found an old temple or house or something where some tribal people lived. They allowed us to come in and protect them from any threats. But then the totalitarian bastards came for us. They were looking for me and Jared but Frank Castle (yes, The Punisher was in my dream; no, I did not read a Punisher comic before bed) distracted them and was captured alive.

I felt responsible for his life so we headed back to the city to save him (notice how I haven’t seen any zombies; it’s like they aren’t there but I knew that’s why things were the way they were). Anyway, I go alone to this party where this lady is there and I confront her in front of everyone saying that I want Frank’s freedom as well as Chewbacca’s (shit, I don’t even know where that one came from) and that I am willing to fight her for our freedom or die trying.

I then go into hiding while I plan my next move. For whatever reason, my hiding spot in a slushy river living with penguins until Jared found me under a bridge and drove me back to our secret base (aka a cave). We were preparing to attack and free our friends when suddenly a loud noise went off. I woke up and hit snooze and tried to fall back asleep to finish the dream but couldn’t do it.

It was a pretty vivid and intense dream.

I see a lot of people today being rather negative of not only last nights episode but also of this season. Let me make perfectly clear to you: If you want end of the world madness and the onset of a zombie apocalypse, go and watch Night of the Living Dead. This is not what TWD is about now and it never was.

The Walking Dead was described by Robert Kirkman (the creator of the comic series) as what happens to the survivors of a zombie movie after the credits start rolling. It’s about their survival, not a romanticized Resident Evil 2 story (not that I don’t like that or anything).

No, the TV series does not follow the comic word for word. We figured that one out when Carl didn’t shoot Shane in the throat or when they went to the CDC in the first season. That’s okay though because the writing for that season did a good job at portraying Rick and the survivors. This season, yes the writing staff has changed but the characters are the same as last season (save for Shane, he’s actually even crazier) but the fresh writers results in fresh stories. Look at Heroes, season 1 was awesome, season 2 was great, season 3 was okay… see the pattern there? This keeps it from being repetitive and makes a show last longer.

In summary, this is still a great show if you look at it for what it is. It isn’t a story of people surviving zombies, it’s a story of people trying to survive each other [with zombies].