Taking them on one-by-one
Today went well. I had an extreme urge to fight someone. Might of been because I had this dream I was at this enormous concert thing, and the crowd was all one giant mosh-pit. The band was insane, and not a "real" band, but a band my subconcious made up for in my dream. If I can remeber how they went, I would be the best drummer ever. Anyway, there was this part of the song, where everything gets silent, and everyone spread apart. The sky turned red with black clouds, the band disapeared, and everyone started screaming. Then they all went into a giant circle, with me in the middle. The view of my dream zoomed out as I stood in the empty center of the circle, and raised my arms and yelled. They all came running at me, and I was engulfed in the pit. Like my title, one-by-one, I fought them all, and was the other title I have, The last-man-standing. Then the view zoomed in on me, and I grinned evily, and the sky turned black, then everything went black, and then woke up to the meowing of Ryan's cat. (I slept over there again. It was 9:00 and I just called home and said I was staying over.) We skated a lot, then went back to his house. We played this really old, Gundom game from playstation1, and I thought it was pretty kick-ass. His shelves were covered with little models of the characters, and I took one home, so I could model it in my 3D program. I have yet to do it, and I might just wait until tommorow.
Until then,
~Tyler
Until then,
~Tyler