Of broken backs and random cons.
Y'know, sleeping for 12 hours lets you get some strange dreams.
The dream had something to do with me going out to see a movie with a friend in a theater that held like a billion people. I remember that The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was important somehow. Anyways, some MC announced some dude, who's name was Billy Hinn or something. Anyways, he was announcing something, and then said something like he was planning to poison his little brother with a spray bottle of Windex or something and now we were all hostage, cause his brother wasn't in the audience. That fucker caused us all to be taken hostage.
Anyways, so like, he made all the little kids come up front, and somehow I ended up there, but I don't remember ever moving. Anyways, so this dude has a cane or something, with a hook. I somehow had a cane too, but it was straight.
So, like, everyone's scared and is cowering like faggots. And this Billy dude is at the back of the room and is beating fat people with his cane. He beat some fat dude out of his chair, and he was crying. I was like, "This is really stupid" and just watched this Billy dude walk down the aisle, beating people with his stick.
Then, like, he's at the row behind me, and Brianna is there. Brianna is a friend of mine, roight? Anyways, he's like, ready to hit her and she's all getting an attitude and things are looking ugly. So he's like, ready to hit her, and I'm like, "You motherfucker don't touch her!" and I jump over the seats and charge him and we clash like some epic things. He swings, knicks my shin, but I block him as he tries to hit my side. He says something like, "You won't even have time to see red" or something and I yell and charge him. I like, manage to throw him back onto an empty row and then jump up on top of him. As I'm landing I toss my cane aside and land on his chest with my hands around his throat. Somehow, I pick him up and jump off the seats and out onto the concrete aisle, my hand guiding the side of his head before the rest of us.
His temple hits the ground before anything else and there's this sickening CRACK that echoes throughout this giant room.
He's out cold, possibly dead, but I don't let it go there! I drag him up on the stage that's there for some reason, hoist him onto my shoulders, and spin around and then chuck him towards the seats. He like, slides face-first underneath a bunch of rows and then spins out and hits the edge of a seat with his back. His body bends like a U and there's an even more sickening SNAP that echoes throughout the room. He's probably dead now, and everyone's just quiet.
Somehow I ended up being escorted out by some people and everyone's calling me a hero and I'm crying or something cause it's not nice to kill people. Ah well.
So then I'm walking around with some people and we're looking for the fur con in the area and we walk by a bunch of fursuiters and I'm like, "Oy! They might know where the con is!" And...they do. It's like, right there, just being set up. So I go take a piss in some bathroom that looks like it came right out of Silent Hill and then come back up and there's people and furres and suits and carnival looking buildings everywhere and some dude is like giving the opening announcements. I sit by a bunch of kids and the dude is all like saying stuff and touching people's heads. I forget what he said though.
It was a strange dream, but it made me glad to be a furre. I was asleep for like twelve hours just about, from 6 am to almost 6 pm. Maybe I oughta' do that more often. Anyways, my dream was cut short cause my aunt called. Oh, and that reminds me, I'm supposed to let my mom know she did. I should go do that.
LJ is helpful in life. Helps you remember stuff.
Bye bye,
Sai-Sai sleepyskunk~
EDIT: Turns out my mom was on the phone with my aunt by the time I went to tell her. Talk about being a useless skunk. ;-;
The dream had something to do with me going out to see a movie with a friend in a theater that held like a billion people. I remember that The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was important somehow. Anyways, some MC announced some dude, who's name was Billy Hinn or something. Anyways, he was announcing something, and then said something like he was planning to poison his little brother with a spray bottle of Windex or something and now we were all hostage, cause his brother wasn't in the audience. That fucker caused us all to be taken hostage.
Anyways, so like, he made all the little kids come up front, and somehow I ended up there, but I don't remember ever moving. Anyways, so this dude has a cane or something, with a hook. I somehow had a cane too, but it was straight.
So, like, everyone's scared and is cowering like faggots. And this Billy dude is at the back of the room and is beating fat people with his cane. He beat some fat dude out of his chair, and he was crying. I was like, "This is really stupid" and just watched this Billy dude walk down the aisle, beating people with his stick.
Then, like, he's at the row behind me, and Brianna is there. Brianna is a friend of mine, roight? Anyways, he's like, ready to hit her and she's all getting an attitude and things are looking ugly. So he's like, ready to hit her, and I'm like, "You motherfucker don't touch her!" and I jump over the seats and charge him and we clash like some epic things. He swings, knicks my shin, but I block him as he tries to hit my side. He says something like, "You won't even have time to see red" or something and I yell and charge him. I like, manage to throw him back onto an empty row and then jump up on top of him. As I'm landing I toss my cane aside and land on his chest with my hands around his throat. Somehow, I pick him up and jump off the seats and out onto the concrete aisle, my hand guiding the side of his head before the rest of us.
His temple hits the ground before anything else and there's this sickening CRACK that echoes throughout this giant room.
He's out cold, possibly dead, but I don't let it go there! I drag him up on the stage that's there for some reason, hoist him onto my shoulders, and spin around and then chuck him towards the seats. He like, slides face-first underneath a bunch of rows and then spins out and hits the edge of a seat with his back. His body bends like a U and there's an even more sickening SNAP that echoes throughout the room. He's probably dead now, and everyone's just quiet.
Somehow I ended up being escorted out by some people and everyone's calling me a hero and I'm crying or something cause it's not nice to kill people. Ah well.
So then I'm walking around with some people and we're looking for the fur con in the area and we walk by a bunch of fursuiters and I'm like, "Oy! They might know where the con is!" And...they do. It's like, right there, just being set up. So I go take a piss in some bathroom that looks like it came right out of Silent Hill and then come back up and there's people and furres and suits and carnival looking buildings everywhere and some dude is like giving the opening announcements. I sit by a bunch of kids and the dude is all like saying stuff and touching people's heads. I forget what he said though.
It was a strange dream, but it made me glad to be a furre. I was asleep for like twelve hours just about, from 6 am to almost 6 pm. Maybe I oughta' do that more often. Anyways, my dream was cut short cause my aunt called. Oh, and that reminds me, I'm supposed to let my mom know she did. I should go do that.
LJ is helpful in life. Helps you remember stuff.
Bye bye,
Sai-Sai sleepyskunk~
EDIT: Turns out my mom was on the phone with my aunt by the time I went to tell her. Talk about being a useless skunk. ;-;