In the begining...

 Hello everyone who might one day read this. I decided to start a blog, due to both a new friend of mine's love of blogging, Morgan, and another old friend, Brittany, who recently started a blog yesterday.

 My name is Michael, I like to write, poems and songs mostly, stories too, but I am generally saving those for when I can begin my career in game design, which I will hopefully be able to start school for in the next semester. I love music, I listen mostly to different types of rock, but I like other things as well, just not rap and country, save for a rare song that actually meant something. I'm also a gamer, but you probably figured that out given the career I want to get into. I play World of Warcraft, and am trying to get a good guild going on the Ysera server for me and my friends, and of course to raid. I play console games also, I pretty much have every system in the current generation, but I do know that reality and responsibility comes first, sadly this isn't always the case with people, as I heard that a baby starved to death in south Korea because it's parents were too busy raising a virtual child.... So yeah, the world can be pretty messed up.

  I've been injured for two years from an accident at the place I used to work, details I will go into in another post, but my left shoulder just hasn't worked right since getting hurt back in '08.

Anyway, I think that is enough of an intro, so I will go into the details of a dream I had the other night. It was a zombie apocalypse dream, where my family and I had barricaded ourselves in a mobile home that somehow also had weapons, food, fresh water, and a nuclear safe bomb shelter inside.

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The Zombies didn't get close that often, as they were usually picked off with my sniper rifle, but the ones that did get closer were usually taken care of by my sibling's shotguns, after a while, we see military in bio-hazard suits surveying the area, and they radio back to their HQ to nuke the area, we pick up the transmission, and get into the bomb shelter, and get the vault door shut just in time for the explosion. A little bit after we can hear the military outside with strange rifles that had laser saws mounted on them, and they begin cutting through the door, and I think I hear them say they want anyone inside eliminated due to possibility of infection. As they nearly finish cutting through the thick doors, that is when I awaken.

 Kinda strange, but that is what my subconscious decided I needed to see that night.

Anyway, I think that this is enough for now, until I go at this again,

Michael