Jun 24, 2008 12:16
I was just dozing a little, daydreaming, and the story of my daydream took form as a war in the future of World Refugees.
During the battle, I was wounded - an arrow in the side - and the power of my imagination was so strong that I actually felt a distinct physical pain in the exact place. It was uncomfortable enough that I rushed a little to the point when I received a Curaga, and the real-imagined pain stopped.
The mind has a frightening amount of control over the body.
dream,
ooc,
wtf