HIIIIIIIIII-YAH!
I've officially gone insane. On the heels of my completely effed up naptime dream (which are always the worst, you know, those nap dreams?), the one in which a man dressed up like Colonel Sanders shot me in my own backyard because I wasn't a terrorist and he was, I have another completely effed up, whack job dream.
Pad. My. Walls.
Right, so in my dream, I'm in this outdoorsy barn-like structure, but it's like a militia training place, complete with school desks. Very woodsy, with dirt floors and leaves and moss and whatnot. Totally my thing, no? Anyway, our instructor is teaching us to break the desktops with karate chops. He demostrates, and then tells us that he is going to kill Peter Jennings. At which point I, ever the overachiever, pipe up and say that I will instead kill Peter Jennings and break the desk. With a karate chop.
So I walk up, karate chop Peter Jennings in the throat, at which point he dies. He falls over, and I promptly break his desk in two. Yes. With my karate chop. After which point everyone in the camp is totally freaked out and I wind up on the lamb for the rest of my dream.
So two dreams. Two days. Both involving murder and, coincidentally, death. Who knew I was such a morbid person? And, worst of all... it's almost naptime. Wish me luck. Bitches.
Pad. My. Walls.
Right, so in my dream, I'm in this outdoorsy barn-like structure, but it's like a militia training place, complete with school desks. Very woodsy, with dirt floors and leaves and moss and whatnot. Totally my thing, no? Anyway, our instructor is teaching us to break the desktops with karate chops. He demostrates, and then tells us that he is going to kill Peter Jennings. At which point I, ever the overachiever, pipe up and say that I will instead kill Peter Jennings and break the desk. With a karate chop.
So I walk up, karate chop Peter Jennings in the throat, at which point he dies. He falls over, and I promptly break his desk in two. Yes. With my karate chop. After which point everyone in the camp is totally freaked out and I wind up on the lamb for the rest of my dream.
So two dreams. Two days. Both involving murder and, coincidentally, death. Who knew I was such a morbid person? And, worst of all... it's almost naptime. Wish me luck. Bitches.