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Ahahaha *crying*, I keep getting those scenes in my head, I'm gonna pass out if I keep laughing at them at this rate.
I just saw an episode of Crossing Jordan. I have never watched this show in my life. But my sister was flipping, and they were talking about vampire killings, and of course this captured my interest. It was the most funniest thing I've seen in weeks. They made fun of goths but pitied them at the same time. Hilarious, HILARIOUS. I WISH I HAD RECORDED IT, BUT HOW ON EARTH COULD I HAVE KNOWN HOW BRILLIANT IT WAS GOING TO BE?
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So dreams schmeams. I have noticed that no matter how ridiculous my dreams are, 9 out of 10 of them have one consistent theme: I am being chased, tortured, barricaded, stopped etc. while trying to accomplish a goal. In order to accomplish the goal, it usually involves a lot of physical running around in order to avoid said chasing and torturing, etc.
Example: Last night, I dreamed that each day there was a railway station that takes me and my fellow students to our parking spots. I didn't see the parking spots, or even the university, just the railway station. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I never took a train to my parking spot, but walked around outside, down an access road to a highway, and to my car. Each day, I keep forgetting how to get to my car, but at the last minute, I remember how to get there.
Then one day out of nowhere, there is this witch woman for some unknown reason wants my car. She tells me to pick any car in the student parking lots. "Pick. Any. Car." she says, telepathically shattering all the windows of a random car with each word she spoke.
Weirdly, the first thing I said (or was it thought) was, "No way, I'm a capitalist, I can't believe you don't respect the right of private property and ownership! I'm not stealing anybody's car!" I was also offended at her breaking other people's car windows. Then this next thing I most definitely thought in my head, if she can do all this magic stuff, then why doesn't she create a car out of thin air instead of take mine? She laughed at me, "You are thinking why I don't use my powers to make one for myself! I will have YOURS!!!!"
After that point, I started running around, trying to get to my car. But like every other day, I forgot how to get there. So for the rest of the dream I had to manuever my way there without her getting me while trying to remember. My dreams usually end like this, in running/chasing mode. But last night, I watched my head get sliced off with a rope. She telepathically pulled the rope taught, and in the air she used it to roll my head back and forth along the rope. My body just sort of hung in the air. I just got confused, staring at my physical self being played with like that. Was that really me? Did she kill somebody else? Is this even real? I thought, "This is so distracting, I can't think. Damn it, where's my Corrolla?" The End.
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Funny, that. I really don't think this has anything to do with the dream, but I have often thought to myself that I would not hand over my car if someone threatened to kill me if I didn't. I am not going to willingly give over something that is valuable enough, that has been worked for with blood and sweat to some punk who doesn't deserve it. It is MINE. Is my car worth my life? That is the wrong question. I ask, "Can I live with myself for not fighting for the belief that things belong to their rightful owners and not to anyone who wants to steal it or think they deserve it?" If I hand it over, they will be wanted for theft just like five bajillion other thiefs. This cheapens the crime. If they kill me, they will additionally be wanted for murder. And the law isn't so apathetic on that one.