weird....
i had a weird nap. ej never called, so i didnt get to go running. so i slept for 3 hours.
i gotta be at garrett's 10 minutes ago.
anyway, during that sleep,i think i was in between sleep and unconscious euphoria when i thought "hey, let's start a band!" and i had this sweet name for it too. i just don't remember what it was.
i had a dream where i was a knight. all these pig-men and monkey-men in suits of armor kept running at me and my men, who were pinned down on this crappy bridge, like the one in Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. we wanted to get off of the bridge, to the cliffs, but the damn things just kept coming. i kept on running the baddies through with my sword or hacking of pieces of them or stabbing them under their armor, but their numbers were endless. i wasn't satisfied with their deaths either. they didnt bleed, to quote my dream self. and in the end, as in most of my dream, fatigue set in and i could no longer help my men, who were subsequently slaughtered and devoured before my eyes. the pig and monkey warriors all stopped, covered in gore, they looked at me with wondering eyes, dropped their gaze, and shook their heads in what seemed like disappointment. they walked off the bridge, leaving me there. i couldn't move. i just lay there. then i woke up.
i gotta be at garrett's 10 minutes ago.
anyway, during that sleep,i think i was in between sleep and unconscious euphoria when i thought "hey, let's start a band!" and i had this sweet name for it too. i just don't remember what it was.
i had a dream where i was a knight. all these pig-men and monkey-men in suits of armor kept running at me and my men, who were pinned down on this crappy bridge, like the one in Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. we wanted to get off of the bridge, to the cliffs, but the damn things just kept coming. i kept on running the baddies through with my sword or hacking of pieces of them or stabbing them under their armor, but their numbers were endless. i wasn't satisfied with their deaths either. they didnt bleed, to quote my dream self. and in the end, as in most of my dream, fatigue set in and i could no longer help my men, who were subsequently slaughtered and devoured before my eyes. the pig and monkey warriors all stopped, covered in gore, they looked at me with wondering eyes, dropped their gaze, and shook their heads in what seemed like disappointment. they walked off the bridge, leaving me there. i couldn't move. i just lay there. then i woke up.