Ryan Boyd, The Patron Sith Of Box Knives
anyways, i got of work today i came home and i was pretty tired. i went online chatted. got bored and played some GBA minish cap emulator. the sound was messing up so i got annoyed and went back online. i got really tired around 4:30 and decided to go take a nap.
well, i just woke up from that nap now that it's 8:30. i had a disturbing ass dream. well it's not as disturbing as it could be, but i haven't had a dream in a while and the ending i didn't like.
it was a dark and stormy night. i was at some random house that my manager Sarah lived in and anne (the girl i went to prom with not the other manager) also lived there with her. anyways, my brother, my dog simon, and i walked up her front deck and went i the house. my brother and i had kick ass cloaks like anikin did in revenge fo the sith. the three of us walked in and my brother and i went into the basement. Simon stayed upstairs with anne and sarah. after privately conversing in the basement about some book that we found down there we go back upstairs and decide to attack for some reason. i think we discovered that they were traitors, well sarah was at least. i think anne was her daughter. well sarah had some powers, i think she was trying to conjure up force lightning, but i grabbed some little cylinder nick nack of her kitchen table and threw it at her arm, and she fell over. i ran up to anne and told her to take care of simon. we shared one of those dramatic departure hugs. then i left. then my mom stopped us outside the door to talk, and sarah eventually came to the door as well. my mom had a stack of books from the bookstore. she and sarah started talking while my brother and i listened. i heard sarah say some phrase that seemed weird, and i realized that it was a code word and that my mom was poised to try to attack us after hearing it. i saw her fiddle with the books and she eventually pulled out a box knife. i was already moving around, so she couldn't get a clear shot at me. she threw it at me but missed.
anyways, the four of us ran to this one person's yard that looks like the yard across the street from me. we battled there with our box cutters. oh by this time the storm had subsided. it was just really dark out. it was pretty much just my mom versus me. she was doing alright but she kept missing. all of a sudden david bowers somehow comes into the picture. he would sing as he threw box knives at me. he missed terribly. i got a sweet shot on him and cut off his hand. "he said oh my god oh my god" in a really weird almost sarcastic voice. the open flesh was a bright pink and within a ring of it was red. it wasn't bleeding it was just a really cartoony looking wound with no bone showing. my brother laughed and congradulated me on my awesom shot while i buried my face in my hands and reflected on what i had just done trying to hide the image from my eyes.
it was about that time that i woke up to a drool-soaked pillow. i hate when that happens. it was about four hours later, so at least i got some rest.
ok so influences:
i think the reason i was on the same side as my brother even though i hate him is because after driving in my new used car i realized why people like to speed and keep their car nice.
the starwars i think came from when cheryl and i battled force powers in darth vader masks yesterday at wal-mart and the fact that i've seen the movie three times.
the box knives were from all MBS box opening i've been doing this week.
i don't know where anne or simon come in though.
anyways the end.
well, i just woke up from that nap now that it's 8:30. i had a disturbing ass dream. well it's not as disturbing as it could be, but i haven't had a dream in a while and the ending i didn't like.
it was a dark and stormy night. i was at some random house that my manager Sarah lived in and anne (the girl i went to prom with not the other manager) also lived there with her. anyways, my brother, my dog simon, and i walked up her front deck and went i the house. my brother and i had kick ass cloaks like anikin did in revenge fo the sith. the three of us walked in and my brother and i went into the basement. Simon stayed upstairs with anne and sarah. after privately conversing in the basement about some book that we found down there we go back upstairs and decide to attack for some reason. i think we discovered that they were traitors, well sarah was at least. i think anne was her daughter. well sarah had some powers, i think she was trying to conjure up force lightning, but i grabbed some little cylinder nick nack of her kitchen table and threw it at her arm, and she fell over. i ran up to anne and told her to take care of simon. we shared one of those dramatic departure hugs. then i left. then my mom stopped us outside the door to talk, and sarah eventually came to the door as well. my mom had a stack of books from the bookstore. she and sarah started talking while my brother and i listened. i heard sarah say some phrase that seemed weird, and i realized that it was a code word and that my mom was poised to try to attack us after hearing it. i saw her fiddle with the books and she eventually pulled out a box knife. i was already moving around, so she couldn't get a clear shot at me. she threw it at me but missed.
anyways, the four of us ran to this one person's yard that looks like the yard across the street from me. we battled there with our box cutters. oh by this time the storm had subsided. it was just really dark out. it was pretty much just my mom versus me. she was doing alright but she kept missing. all of a sudden david bowers somehow comes into the picture. he would sing as he threw box knives at me. he missed terribly. i got a sweet shot on him and cut off his hand. "he said oh my god oh my god" in a really weird almost sarcastic voice. the open flesh was a bright pink and within a ring of it was red. it wasn't bleeding it was just a really cartoony looking wound with no bone showing. my brother laughed and congradulated me on my awesom shot while i buried my face in my hands and reflected on what i had just done trying to hide the image from my eyes.
it was about that time that i woke up to a drool-soaked pillow. i hate when that happens. it was about four hours later, so at least i got some rest.
ok so influences:
i think the reason i was on the same side as my brother even though i hate him is because after driving in my new used car i realized why people like to speed and keep their car nice.
the starwars i think came from when cheryl and i battled force powers in darth vader masks yesterday at wal-mart and the fact that i've seen the movie three times.
the box knives were from all MBS box opening i've been doing this week.
i don't know where anne or simon come in though.
anyways the end.