Dreams, again...
ARG, I am SO sick of all these dreams I've been having lately. Why can't I have just one pink marshmallow fantasy, eh? It's always some nonhuman creepy thing trying to kill humans, obliterate the human race, take over the world, etc ad nauseum. Except this time, it was Gigantic Demonic POKEMON... I never liked those bastard anyways. And the location was so weird. We were on the top floor of Eastridge/Westfield mall, but we had to open one of the side door to save some people, and it opened out like the back door to Bryan Lobby back at NCSSM. Anywho, we never we actually attacked, because the guys spent the entire time building a barricade and trying to bargain with the Pokemon. Except Pokemon don't speak ENGLISH >.< Oh, and the oddest people were there. I heard Harrison McSpadden was there (yes, of ALL people) and I saw a girl from my hall, Mao Yang, except she was sitting with the cool Asians and her hair was bright blue.
OOH!
(^I just had a brilliant thought)
In these dreams, the first time, no one would believe they were about to die except me, that's (in some way) DENIAL. The second time, I was absolutely terrified (fight/flight, fear is sorta like ANGER?). And this time, the boys were BARGAINING, admittedly with no success. Maybe I'm fishing, but this looks like DABDA. Psychology FTW! Time to reward myself with lunch. ;)
OOH!
(^I just had a brilliant thought)
In these dreams, the first time, no one would believe they were about to die except me, that's (in some way) DENIAL. The second time, I was absolutely terrified (fight/flight, fear is sorta like ANGER?). And this time, the boys were BARGAINING, admittedly with no success. Maybe I'm fishing, but this looks like DABDA. Psychology FTW! Time to reward myself with lunch. ;)