I don't know what to think...
So I had this weird dream last night... it was set in this fictional version of Vancouver that I visit quite frequently in my dreams... it kinda looks like something out of FF VII...
So anyways, there I was, with some girl from work, and we found this weird street-side bulletin board that had alot of postings that were relavent to my life, so I was showing them to said girl (at this point I don't even know which one of my co-workers it was). These included a bunch of drawings by david (who apparently in my dreams is obsessed with Rudy from the Cosby show) and some pics of Seth & friends.
So later on I'm at this punk rawk concert, but the band members keep disappearing mid-show, so I'm all trying to convince them to let me synth it up. They decline, but I end up hanging with them anyways... then it turns out some evil supernatural being, currently incarnated as a bar of soap, is enforcing his will on the people around me. Said will includes banning gay sex, which doesn't seem to roll well with the lesbian in the punk band.
So anyway, I like, go over there and beat the shit out of this bar of soap... anime-style ki explosions coming from my arm included!
It bleeds this dark grey blood all over, and it seems to stain my arm. So maybe I'm cursed now or something.
I wake up.
So it looks like I'll be going to port for the holidays... getting there at 10:40 on Christmas Eve, and staying 'til boxing day. Should be fun.
So anyways, there I was, with some girl from work, and we found this weird street-side bulletin board that had alot of postings that were relavent to my life, so I was showing them to said girl (at this point I don't even know which one of my co-workers it was). These included a bunch of drawings by david (who apparently in my dreams is obsessed with Rudy from the Cosby show) and some pics of Seth & friends.
So later on I'm at this punk rawk concert, but the band members keep disappearing mid-show, so I'm all trying to convince them to let me synth it up. They decline, but I end up hanging with them anyways... then it turns out some evil supernatural being, currently incarnated as a bar of soap, is enforcing his will on the people around me. Said will includes banning gay sex, which doesn't seem to roll well with the lesbian in the punk band.
So anyway, I like, go over there and beat the shit out of this bar of soap... anime-style ki explosions coming from my arm included!
It bleeds this dark grey blood all over, and it seems to stain my arm. So maybe I'm cursed now or something.
I wake up.
So it looks like I'll be going to port for the holidays... getting there at 10:40 on Christmas Eve, and staying 'til boxing day. Should be fun.