I almost forgot to mention one other thing in my
last post about videogames. After having played and watched Call of Duty for over an hour, I then had quite the vivid dream:
Christian and I and some other male were visiting New York City. We went into a tall building and rode up to a high floor where they had an observation deck and lounge. Right across from us, in full view, was the
McGraw-Hill Building, one of my favorite buildings in New York because of its unique color and great
Art Deco design. I was so excited to see it that I pulled out my camera and clicked to take a photo. Except instead of taking a photo, two missiles shot out of my camera and obliterated the building. I was horrified and could see people writhing about in the ruins. So I snuck back into the building and told Christian to pretend like nothing happened and slowly sneak away. But guards came up to me and started saying they heard I was a French national and wanted to see my ID. I tried to act dumb about what had happened, but they arrested me and I got distraught that I would go to jail for the rest of my life. And then I woke up.