I have this strange tendency. When I dream, it tends to just be one big mash of all the things that went on that day and then it just becomes weird. It's pretty funny. For example (this may only be funny to Jemma, but oh well...) last night's dream:
I'm walking in Kenwood mall going toward Waldenbooks to buy manga. I enter the store and greet one of the sales people, who just so happens to be Jerry Orbach.
"Hey, Jerry! Did you guys get Yellow volume four, yet?"
"Sarah again, huh? Yeah, but only one copy."
"Great, thanks, Jerry!"
I walk over to the manga section and Jemma is standing there, holding Yellow volume four.
I say, "NO! Jemma, it's the only one! PLEASE let me have it!"
She makes a pissed off face and says, "HOW DARE YOU ABORT KEN'S FETUS!"
"Huh?"
"I GON' KIIIIILL YOU!"
"Wait, Jemma, just give me the manga!"
"NO! I ABOUT TO BE ALL UP IN YA GRILL!"
"YOU SAYIN' MA COOCH AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH FO' YO' MANGA?!"
And then I woke up. The end.
This really can all be explained by events from yesterday, but I think it speaks loudly enough on its own. I'll miss you, Jerry Orbach. Law and Order just won't be the same. ;_;
Oh and if anyone is curious...here's Yellow 4's cover. >_<
Well, that's all.