Why me, she says...
Yesterday, I dreamed I was a girl in a science fiction novel. My brother appeared and told me that since I'm not sexy, I serve as much purpose as a redshirt, so I'm probably going to die soon. (I'm glad he's here to tell me these things.) I walked around a starship and realized that I was so stupid that I couldn't figure out how to make any of the doors open, and everyone laughed at me until I got shot by a little green alien with Vulcan ears.
Today, I dreamed that I was a princess. I had a giant jacuzzi-like bathtub that was made entirely out of bright red marble. This would have been kind of cool, except that there were also giant Enloe library-like windows that I have no doubt (now) that people could easily see into. Of course, the worst part was when I got out of the tub and realized that there was a freaky, tall guy in red nearby that wanted to kill me. I tried to duck by him, of course, covering myself with my arms (with that very awkward feeling of being naked), but he grabbed me and pulled a knife. I get stabbed in the shoulder, the arm, and am given a hefty blow to my head before I woke up and realized that when I rolled over in my sleep, I ran into the wall and now my head really hurts.
I can't really tell you whether or not this was an improvement on my secret agent dreams, which plagued me for nearly a week. It's kinda weird when I realize (in my dream) that I have a different partner this time, usually thinking that it's sad that my last one was killed, and then I realize that means that Patty, Priyanko, PWong, and Simon are dead. (I can't remember anyone else who was in a secret agent dream, sorry.)
Gosh, guys, I'm sorry. If only I wasn't such an incompetent secret agent, I'd still have friends left.
Today, I dreamed that I was a princess. I had a giant jacuzzi-like bathtub that was made entirely out of bright red marble. This would have been kind of cool, except that there were also giant Enloe library-like windows that I have no doubt (now) that people could easily see into. Of course, the worst part was when I got out of the tub and realized that there was a freaky, tall guy in red nearby that wanted to kill me. I tried to duck by him, of course, covering myself with my arms (with that very awkward feeling of being naked), but he grabbed me and pulled a knife. I get stabbed in the shoulder, the arm, and am given a hefty blow to my head before I woke up and realized that when I rolled over in my sleep, I ran into the wall and now my head really hurts.
I can't really tell you whether or not this was an improvement on my secret agent dreams, which plagued me for nearly a week. It's kinda weird when I realize (in my dream) that I have a different partner this time, usually thinking that it's sad that my last one was killed, and then I realize that means that Patty, Priyanko, PWong, and Simon are dead. (I can't remember anyone else who was in a secret agent dream, sorry.)
Gosh, guys, I'm sorry. If only I wasn't such an incompetent secret agent, I'd still have friends left.