Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
I think this one speaks for itself. Oh, and for my insanity. Itself and my insanity.
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Ah, yes, a journal entry about dreams. How very original.
The dream started with me watching my sister play The Sims 2. Well... I wasn't really watching. I jsut kind of happened to glance over and see that she was playing The Sims 2. And sweet merciful Eru, she had made the most beautiful waterfalls on her lot. I jumped over to her and screamed, "How did you do that!" And she revealed that the answer was simple. All you need to do is place a fountain near a cliff and it automatically turns into a waterfall. I was ecstatic with glee.
Then all of a sudden I was in Chancellor Palpatine's office. I don't... quite understand... how or why my dream jumped from The Sims 2 to Star Wars so quickly, but it did, because there I was, standing next to His Imperial Majesty himself. Except in the dream he wasn't an imperial majesty, because he hadn't declared himself Emperor.
Anywho, there I was, standing next to the Chancellor. I don't remember what we were talking about, because before long Yoda stormed in. Lord Palpatine was most shocked at this intrusion. After they talked for a moment (again, no clue what was said), Yoda ran at Palpatine. The Chancellor responded by Force Lightning the little green man's ass all the way across the room. You know, exactly like it happened in the movie.
Then they started dueling each other, with me standing in a corner going
.
After a few minutes of watching the best lightsaber duel, evar, Palpatine again Force Lightining attacked Yoda. In the few seconds he had, Palpatine suddenly turned to me. "It has become dangerous in here. You had best flee." I smiled at His Excellency. He was a kind, benevolent man who had the galaxy's best interests at heart. Him being a Sith Lord was entirely a coincidence.
So, I flee. At about this time he and Yoda were fighting on his podium, which was rising up into the Senate Chamber. I knew better than to attempt to follow, so I followed Palpatine's Vice Chairman upstairs and tried to watch through a conveniently placed window.
Tragically, it was tinted, and so I couldn't see anything.
Desperate to view the duel of the year, I rushed up to the Senate's bar and grill, knowing that there was a TV that was somehow linked to the Senate Chamber. I urged to customers of the restaurant to watch the Star Wars galaxy's CSPAN equivalent rather then the boring sports whatever, but they wouldn't listen. Angered, I screamed at the top of my lungs: "Palpatine and Yoda are dueling!"
Shocked, all eyes turned to the wall that separated the Senate Chamber from the restaurant. "Turn the channel!" some girl yelled. Tragically, everyone was stupid, so they couldn't find the channel that would somehow miraculously watch what was going on in the Senate Chamber even though the Senate was on recess. The restaurant manager managed to scream out that it was channel "Z-2," but unfortunately in this day and age remote controls are so insanely complex no one could figure out how to get to that channel. Angered, I left the restaurant, and attempted to find a window that would let me see what was going on.
By the way, this restaurant wasn't some five-star thing that you'd expect in the capitol building of an entire galaxy. No; rather, it looked like a restaurant that belonge din a sports stadium. In fact... the entire Senate building looked like a sports stadium, so much so that the ground of the Senate Chamber was grass, and that the Senators would sit in bleachers surrounding the Chancellor's podium.
Despite this odd seating arrangement, Palpatine still had plenty of pods to throw at Yoda.
I eventually found a decent window; there were two girls sitting there, watching with me. It was dark in the Senate Chamber; all I could see was the green blur of Yoda's lightsaber. Suddenly, Palpatine appeared on a ledge near the window. He smiled at me. Apparently I was a trusted friend of his? Which is cool. Being a trusted friend of the ruler of the galaxy is definitely a good thing...
At this point the dream kind of... fizzles out. Last thing I can recall seeing was a bunch of people sitting in the Senate Chamber's auditorium like seating, wanting to see Palpatine kick ass. Yes, everyone in my dream was a Palpatine fan.
. . .
What a stupid dream.
~*~*~
Ah, yes, a journal entry about dreams. How very original.
The dream started with me watching my sister play The Sims 2. Well... I wasn't really watching. I jsut kind of happened to glance over and see that she was playing The Sims 2. And sweet merciful Eru, she had made the most beautiful waterfalls on her lot. I jumped over to her and screamed, "How did you do that!" And she revealed that the answer was simple. All you need to do is place a fountain near a cliff and it automatically turns into a waterfall. I was ecstatic with glee.
Then all of a sudden I was in Chancellor Palpatine's office. I don't... quite understand... how or why my dream jumped from The Sims 2 to Star Wars so quickly, but it did, because there I was, standing next to His Imperial Majesty himself. Except in the dream he wasn't an imperial majesty, because he hadn't declared himself Emperor.
Anywho, there I was, standing next to the Chancellor. I don't remember what we were talking about, because before long Yoda stormed in. Lord Palpatine was most shocked at this intrusion. After they talked for a moment (again, no clue what was said), Yoda ran at Palpatine. The Chancellor responded by Force Lightning the little green man's ass all the way across the room. You know, exactly like it happened in the movie.
Then they started dueling each other, with me standing in a corner going
.
After a few minutes of watching the best lightsaber duel, evar, Palpatine again Force Lightining attacked Yoda. In the few seconds he had, Palpatine suddenly turned to me. "It has become dangerous in here. You had best flee." I smiled at His Excellency. He was a kind, benevolent man who had the galaxy's best interests at heart. Him being a Sith Lord was entirely a coincidence.
So, I flee. At about this time he and Yoda were fighting on his podium, which was rising up into the Senate Chamber. I knew better than to attempt to follow, so I followed Palpatine's Vice Chairman upstairs and tried to watch through a conveniently placed window.
Tragically, it was tinted, and so I couldn't see anything.
Desperate to view the duel of the year, I rushed up to the Senate's bar and grill, knowing that there was a TV that was somehow linked to the Senate Chamber. I urged to customers of the restaurant to watch the Star Wars galaxy's CSPAN equivalent rather then the boring sports whatever, but they wouldn't listen. Angered, I screamed at the top of my lungs: "Palpatine and Yoda are dueling!"
Shocked, all eyes turned to the wall that separated the Senate Chamber from the restaurant. "Turn the channel!" some girl yelled. Tragically, everyone was stupid, so they couldn't find the channel that would somehow miraculously watch what was going on in the Senate Chamber even though the Senate was on recess. The restaurant manager managed to scream out that it was channel "Z-2," but unfortunately in this day and age remote controls are so insanely complex no one could figure out how to get to that channel. Angered, I left the restaurant, and attempted to find a window that would let me see what was going on.
By the way, this restaurant wasn't some five-star thing that you'd expect in the capitol building of an entire galaxy. No; rather, it looked like a restaurant that belonge din a sports stadium. In fact... the entire Senate building looked like a sports stadium, so much so that the ground of the Senate Chamber was grass, and that the Senators would sit in bleachers surrounding the Chancellor's podium.
Despite this odd seating arrangement, Palpatine still had plenty of pods to throw at Yoda.
I eventually found a decent window; there were two girls sitting there, watching with me. It was dark in the Senate Chamber; all I could see was the green blur of Yoda's lightsaber. Suddenly, Palpatine appeared on a ledge near the window. He smiled at me. Apparently I was a trusted friend of his? Which is cool. Being a trusted friend of the ruler of the galaxy is definitely a good thing...
At this point the dream kind of... fizzles out. Last thing I can recall seeing was a bunch of people sitting in the Senate Chamber's auditorium like seating, wanting to see Palpatine kick ass. Yes, everyone in my dream was a Palpatine fan.
. . .
What a stupid dream.