Ashe and Kaila escape from Guatamala Bay? o.O
So I had the weirdest fucking dream last night.
In this dream, Greg left me and eloped with Lisa. Heartbroken and devastated, I called bindusara, and he then proceeded to buy me a plane ticket to come see him. So I do, and his apartment looks, oddly enough, like Ryan's apartment back home. However, he ignores me the entire time I'm there, distracting himself with things such as...laundry. o.O
Unimpressed, I begin drinking dreamsicles. Somehow this evolves into us becoming engaged. So
I decide to come back home to tell my parents I'm getting married (leaving all four of my suitcases on bindusara's bedroom floor o.O), and miss the plane back to MA. I decide to go home by motorcycle instead, and drive by like four blood-saturated car accidents. Eventually I start getting chased by...the bikers from the Lost and the Damned expansion pack.
They hound me to this hotel, where a wedding reception is occurring. I quickly change my clothes, only to discover that the bikers have done the same thing to try and catch me more quickly. However, I suddenly being a clever ninja assassin, hunt them down and stab two of them to death.
Weary from my conquests, I stop for a drink in a...skinhead bar that's magically on the ground floor of this hotel. There's a pay phone. I use it to call Greg, but then the last biker in the gang stops in. He looks like the Italian kid I almost dated last week. He has a seat and we end up hitting it off, so he decides not to kill me after all. I dip out of the hotel and hitchike, to be picked up by...Maria Quesa Dilla from Harold and Kumar.
I tell her my story, and she laughs with delight. We pass a jay back and forth. Consequently, her car crashes, but I'm back in Stoughton, so I just walk home.
My mother is positively exhuberant at the news. She insists upon my changing into a wedding dress, and the wedding dress resembles Blind Mag's from Chase the Morning. We start to drive down South, but end up in the wrong state--Florida.
Walking around, I see Greg all by his lonesome. Lisa dumped him for a Philipino dude I guess? Before we can have the chance to talk, however, zhalin and salienne come staggering over to us with blank looks on their faces. I look at them, still in my Blind Mag attire, and jubilate that I'm getting married, and that they both ought to come to my wedding.
Which is when zhalin starts PUKING all over Greg. Like you know the Asian girl in Reno 911 Miami? It was like that. o.o
I jump backwards, trying to protect my dress, and then...I woke up. o.O
And that, ladies and fools, is the WEIRDEST dream I have had in a very long time.
In this dream, Greg left me and eloped with Lisa. Heartbroken and devastated, I called bindusara, and he then proceeded to buy me a plane ticket to come see him. So I do, and his apartment looks, oddly enough, like Ryan's apartment back home. However, he ignores me the entire time I'm there, distracting himself with things such as...laundry. o.O
Unimpressed, I begin drinking dreamsicles. Somehow this evolves into us becoming engaged. So
I decide to come back home to tell my parents I'm getting married (leaving all four of my suitcases on bindusara's bedroom floor o.O), and miss the plane back to MA. I decide to go home by motorcycle instead, and drive by like four blood-saturated car accidents. Eventually I start getting chased by...the bikers from the Lost and the Damned expansion pack.
They hound me to this hotel, where a wedding reception is occurring. I quickly change my clothes, only to discover that the bikers have done the same thing to try and catch me more quickly. However, I suddenly being a clever ninja assassin, hunt them down and stab two of them to death.
Weary from my conquests, I stop for a drink in a...skinhead bar that's magically on the ground floor of this hotel. There's a pay phone. I use it to call Greg, but then the last biker in the gang stops in. He looks like the Italian kid I almost dated last week. He has a seat and we end up hitting it off, so he decides not to kill me after all. I dip out of the hotel and hitchike, to be picked up by...Maria Quesa Dilla from Harold and Kumar.
I tell her my story, and she laughs with delight. We pass a jay back and forth. Consequently, her car crashes, but I'm back in Stoughton, so I just walk home.
My mother is positively exhuberant at the news. She insists upon my changing into a wedding dress, and the wedding dress resembles Blind Mag's from Chase the Morning. We start to drive down South, but end up in the wrong state--Florida.
Walking around, I see Greg all by his lonesome. Lisa dumped him for a Philipino dude I guess? Before we can have the chance to talk, however, zhalin and salienne come staggering over to us with blank looks on their faces. I look at them, still in my Blind Mag attire, and jubilate that I'm getting married, and that they both ought to come to my wedding.
Which is when zhalin starts PUKING all over Greg. Like you know the Asian girl in Reno 911 Miami? It was like that. o.o
I jump backwards, trying to protect my dress, and then...I woke up. o.O
And that, ladies and fools, is the WEIRDEST dream I have had in a very long time.