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Riku
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I had a weird-booty dream last night. I remember it in almost perfect clarity, so chances are that the cool part of it will get turned into a story, or the scary part of it that I don't know what to do with will haunt me for the rest of my life. Every time I tried to go back to sleep, the dream got weirder. I'm sccared to try again.
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Riku
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It wasn't that it was about a conversation, but it involved real people that I know. It started out all cool, then it got awkward, then it got all Titanic-y and then it just got downright scary. At one point, during the downright scary part, I was helping my sister bake this mountain of cupcakes (she was going to call it Mount Prettymuffin). Then, one of my friends, Jonah came to assist in the building of Mount Prettymuffin. That was all cool, until the muffin batter came to life and formed with the already made cupcakes to create this giant monster that was very godzilla-worthy. Then I vanquished the Cupcake Catastrophe with a wisk and a baking sheet, and I was chillaxin' by the fridge, when a different friend comes over. At first it seems like everything is just way too quiet, and then the friend leans over and tries to facebattle me, when I'm practically considered an adopted cousin to this friend and their family.Xeraphem wrote:Man I hate those. Especially if they center around a conversation you had just a hour before or something to the effect. >_< It makes it seem all the more real to me.
This ranks right up in there with the "You forgot to pay your rent!" dream, where Sephiroth was chasing me around, and I had to survive some scary guitar hero world.
I know this isn't the freaky dreams thread, but still, the final part of mine last night was about how this one supermarket-like store began putting a literal age limit on life. Where they got the authority to do so is beyond me. They started gathering all the senior citizens in their store and start having them sent away for executions.
A couple family members and I, plus a ragtag group of the elderly began fighting back against The Man, by using the store brand products to knock out any and all of the agents/employees in the store, even though I was an employee there myself. I usually used canned goods to attack my enemies. We wind up knocking just about everybody out except for the ring leader whom we've tied up. An old woman who took charge of our group started pouring all this water down the carpeted aisles like she was trying to flood the store. The executive guy started laughing from where he was tied up and shouted word for word "Are you kidding me? You think a little water damage will stop us? We'll just put everything that's damaged on the seventy percent off aisle. Except maybe the carpets... We'll wait for those to dry out."
The old woman smiles as her friend begins to carry on what she was doing so she could talk with the executive. She said that it wasn't water. It was gasoline. She said that every aisle and register (except for mine) had been doused and was about to be set ablaze with him in it. It then went to anarchy as a person behind me shouted "Grab what you want before it's up in flames!" Most likely the guy holding the torch in the first place. I immediately go to the impulse rack (you know, candy bars and the little nick-knacks) and begin pulling Game Boy games off the rack and start shoving them all in my pockets. Plus some trading cards, like I was eleven again.
That's where I abruptly woke myself up to see if I still had the games in hand.
I've analyzed it over and over, but it just keeps boiling down to my job has been stressing me out a bit, but the thought of switching jobs is even crazier in today's world.
A couple family members and I, plus a ragtag group of the elderly began fighting back against The Man, by using the store brand products to knock out any and all of the agents/employees in the store, even though I was an employee there myself. I usually used canned goods to attack my enemies. We wind up knocking just about everybody out except for the ring leader whom we've tied up. An old woman who took charge of our group started pouring all this water down the carpeted aisles like she was trying to flood the store. The executive guy started laughing from where he was tied up and shouted word for word "Are you kidding me? You think a little water damage will stop us? We'll just put everything that's damaged on the seventy percent off aisle. Except maybe the carpets... We'll wait for those to dry out."
The old woman smiles as her friend begins to carry on what she was doing so she could talk with the executive. She said that it wasn't water. It was gasoline. She said that every aisle and register (except for mine) had been doused and was about to be set ablaze with him in it. It then went to anarchy as a person behind me shouted "Grab what you want before it's up in flames!" Most likely the guy holding the torch in the first place. I immediately go to the impulse rack (you know, candy bars and the little nick-knacks) and begin pulling Game Boy games off the rack and start shoving them all in my pockets. Plus some trading cards, like I was eleven again.
That's where I abruptly woke myself up to see if I still had the games in hand.I've analyzed it over and over, but it just keeps boiling down to my job has been stressing me out a bit, but the thought of switching jobs is even crazier in today's world.
Last edited by Xeraphem on Sat Nov 21, 2009 7:30 pm, edited 1 time in total.
[Citation Needed] wrote:This just PROVES that it is best to hunt landmines with a hammer.
