Aug 01, 2006 09:49
I was vacationing in Italy, but I had a Sex and the City scenario. There was this guy, an Aiden like guy, but then I guess I cheated on him, and there was drama. Basically I was Carrie, making these neurotic, stupid mistakes, but at the same time the other person could have been more understanding. And I looked fabulous.
Aliens were trying to kill off the human race. The idea was to lock up their feet, them flood the land, or something. But a few of us survived. I managed to unlock my own feet myself, then I went around town finding people and helping them. I met with a group of young people, and we formed this band. We decided to collect as much food as we could (a grocery store nearby was pristine) and hunker down in a movie theater for a while, because the aliens were still cruising around. There was a group that was going to hunker down in what was called the Tie Dye Room, some sort of club, which we all thought was stupid, because it was in the center of town, and the aliens were sure to look there.
Oh, and as it turns out, in my dream world, Agatha Christie thought up the Star Wars plot twist of Anakin killing all the little jedi-in-training kids. What a dark lady.