Out of My Head
Apparently, I'm not the only one having strange dreams. Just before waking up I dreamt up the most bizarre crossover of real life, Twilight, and Perfect Dark.
I was part of a small people's movement crusading against the Evil Corporation doing unethical work that harmed the general population somehow. I had infiltrated their Evil Research Laboratory containing Dangerous and Potentially Explosive Equipment, which for some reason was located twenty or thirty stories up in a skyscraper in the middle of Some City's downtown. I was watching a hovercopter, which was being piloted to crash into said Evil Research Laboratory containing Dangerous and Potentially Explosive Equipment. Action Heroine/Heinous Bitch Rosalie Hale was dangling from the hovercopter at the end of a rope, holding an assault rifle, with her platinum blonde hair streaming behind her. After the 'copter crashed into the tower, and Rosalie was running around kicking ass and taking names, I raced through the building trying to find non-hostiles and take them to safety. And absolutely everyone I talked to, including of all people Ivy and one of my coworkers (the one who looks like my mother, plus twenty years, if she'd been a Southern belle), was totally devoid of any hope or any will to live. They were one and all completely despondent, mostly because they had no idea that the Evil Corporation was actually evil; they'd been duped. Really, the whole thing played out like an '80s era Arnold Schwarzenegger dystopic science fiction flick.
In other news, I found at the supermarket yesterday a peculiar thing mixed in with the dietary supplements: ExtenZe. For those of you who aren't in the know, ExtenZe is a penis enlargement medication. (It is hilarious when ads for this come on the TV at work.) They also make a version for women. I have spent entirely too much mental energy trying to figure out what that might actually be for.
I was part of a small people's movement crusading against the Evil Corporation doing unethical work that harmed the general population somehow. I had infiltrated their Evil Research Laboratory containing Dangerous and Potentially Explosive Equipment, which for some reason was located twenty or thirty stories up in a skyscraper in the middle of Some City's downtown. I was watching a hovercopter, which was being piloted to crash into said Evil Research Laboratory containing Dangerous and Potentially Explosive Equipment. Action Heroine/Heinous Bitch Rosalie Hale was dangling from the hovercopter at the end of a rope, holding an assault rifle, with her platinum blonde hair streaming behind her. After the 'copter crashed into the tower, and Rosalie was running around kicking ass and taking names, I raced through the building trying to find non-hostiles and take them to safety. And absolutely everyone I talked to, including of all people Ivy and one of my coworkers (the one who looks like my mother, plus twenty years, if she'd been a Southern belle), was totally devoid of any hope or any will to live. They were one and all completely despondent, mostly because they had no idea that the Evil Corporation was actually evil; they'd been duped. Really, the whole thing played out like an '80s era Arnold Schwarzenegger dystopic science fiction flick.
In other news, I found at the supermarket yesterday a peculiar thing mixed in with the dietary supplements: ExtenZe. For those of you who aren't in the know, ExtenZe is a penis enlargement medication. (It is hilarious when ads for this come on the TV at work.) They also make a version for women. I have spent entirely too much mental energy trying to figure out what that might actually be for.