Influenza-Dreams
Well, Ive been sick with the flu for the last few days, a bout of illness which commenced on Thursday with being defeated in my last 40k league game against knock off kevin. I speculate it began at such a time due to the spell of light headedness and dehydration I suffered while at the shop after that point.
First Night of Dreams: My Brain is a psychic super highway, well more or less the operator for the psychic tele-network of brains. While aware i'm partially asleep (perhaps fully asleep for that matter) My brain is being used to connect one mind to another as they attempt to communicate psychically. Each and every person trying to give another a message, all at once. It was quite overwhelming. However back in the real-world: my father wakes me up to shut off my alarm - from then on in, safe from the blearing of my real world alarm, my psychic operator's service becomes far less hectic. I am able connect one mind to another peacefully through the rest of the morning. Through the begining of the day I feel reassured that at least i was able to connect those minds together in an orderly fashion, because that sorta thing makes sense and all.
Second Night of Dreams: I'm at the shop, and play a game of 40k against Joe Fong. After the game is finished we play another sort of game where we place bets on the tape measures hanging from the ceiling( in place of the extension cords.) After being woken up by thunder and resuming sleep: I'm hanging around actual 40k vehicles... (the inside of land raiders smell nicer than rhinos.)
Now I simply have a nasty headache and the need to draw, should study french however.
First Night of Dreams: My Brain is a psychic super highway, well more or less the operator for the psychic tele-network of brains. While aware i'm partially asleep (perhaps fully asleep for that matter) My brain is being used to connect one mind to another as they attempt to communicate psychically. Each and every person trying to give another a message, all at once. It was quite overwhelming. However back in the real-world: my father wakes me up to shut off my alarm - from then on in, safe from the blearing of my real world alarm, my psychic operator's service becomes far less hectic. I am able connect one mind to another peacefully through the rest of the morning. Through the begining of the day I feel reassured that at least i was able to connect those minds together in an orderly fashion, because that sorta thing makes sense and all.
Second Night of Dreams: I'm at the shop, and play a game of 40k against Joe Fong. After the game is finished we play another sort of game where we place bets on the tape measures hanging from the ceiling( in place of the extension cords.) After being woken up by thunder and resuming sleep: I'm hanging around actual 40k vehicles... (the inside of land raiders smell nicer than rhinos.)
Now I simply have a nasty headache and the need to draw, should study french however.