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Ugh, it seems my sore throat has gotten worse. I thought I was getting better, but it seems my system decided to go "Y'know what'd be funny? If we made you sick for just a little bit longer. Have fun!" Burn in hell, influenza and other cold causing things.
I guess my burning throat could also be tied in with my dream. My lastest dream, I can safely say, had the weirdest/awesomest ending ever. I, along with my brother and a few friends were chosen to help out with a circus/summer festival which was to be held on a paticularly hot day. Everybody chose to help with a few things, but me being a douche, I chose a ton of objectives (including lighting fireworks). As you can imagine, lots of things to do + hot day = tiredness. But it didn't effect me, or atleast that's what I told everyone. After all of the work was done and the festival was over, it was time to go back home. I was dead tired, but said I was alright. So my brother said "Wanna race to the bus?" (because we were transported via bus) and I said yes. Race starts and I take two steps forward...Before falling straight down, dying of dehydration. Everyone flips me over on my back, asking "Are you alright?!" and all that stuff, but I couldn't hear anything. I just waited as my life faded to black, while Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Tuesday's Gone" played as my final curtain call....
Then I woke up, coughing.
Which is why now, when I die, I was Tuesday's Gone to play. Not at my funeral, but at the EXACT moment I die.
- Cody
I guess my burning throat could also be tied in with my dream. My lastest dream, I can safely say, had the weirdest/awesomest ending ever. I, along with my brother and a few friends were chosen to help out with a circus/summer festival which was to be held on a paticularly hot day. Everybody chose to help with a few things, but me being a douche, I chose a ton of objectives (including lighting fireworks). As you can imagine, lots of things to do + hot day = tiredness. But it didn't effect me, or atleast that's what I told everyone. After all of the work was done and the festival was over, it was time to go back home. I was dead tired, but said I was alright. So my brother said "Wanna race to the bus?" (because we were transported via bus) and I said yes. Race starts and I take two steps forward...Before falling straight down, dying of dehydration. Everyone flips me over on my back, asking "Are you alright?!" and all that stuff, but I couldn't hear anything. I just waited as my life faded to black, while Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Tuesday's Gone" played as my final curtain call....
Then I woke up, coughing.
Which is why now, when I die, I was Tuesday's Gone to play. Not at my funeral, but at the EXACT moment I die.
- Cody