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Last night I had the best dream ever. No, seriously, honestly the best dream of my life, besides maybe the one at the fair, where I rescued Mugs from the ride with a lasso type contraption and there was the naked guy running around. But this dream was soooooooooooo wonderful I never wanted to wake up. And when I did wake up, I was so upset.
I was, apparently some type of secret agent. And so was this guy I was in love with and he was in love with me except we had never done anything about it. Well, we were on a mission and something came up and he saved my life and we both thought that he was about to die, like he sacrificed his well being for my own. By the way, he wasn't faceless, he very much had a face, and a very handsome one at that but it was like a mix of people. Like it was part Juan, and a few celebrities mixed in but you just couldn't tell who. I just knew. And anyway well he didn't die! He lived and he escaped from our mission in the middle of a crowd of people and police and helicopters flying over head, he was like dangling from the helicopter and he came down, (dressed all in black, v. sexy) and came straight to me and we hugged and kissed and it was all soooo passionate and I was so happy!
And then we went on to do more missions (not neccessarily together) and I kept getting put in really dangerous situations and this one time I hadn't realized that anything had happened to me, but I guess I was close to dying and I ran into headquarters because that's what they were telling me to do and they used a defibulator on me, but not just for a second, but like they held it on me and it shocked me a lot, and then the chief gave me an injection in the back. And then I woke up.
I know it sounds like such a weird ending, but I was so pissed. I wanted to go back to sleep and do more missions and marry my spy boyfriend who I'm sure would have ended up being super manly and super sensitive to all my needs and we would have had beautiful babies and blah blah blah. Oh and a house built with love.
Obviously my subconcioused tapped into the major plot-line of the new James Bond film but STILL.
Maybe I should be a secret agent. Maybe that's my calling.
I was, apparently some type of secret agent. And so was this guy I was in love with and he was in love with me except we had never done anything about it. Well, we were on a mission and something came up and he saved my life and we both thought that he was about to die, like he sacrificed his well being for my own. By the way, he wasn't faceless, he very much had a face, and a very handsome one at that but it was like a mix of people. Like it was part Juan, and a few celebrities mixed in but you just couldn't tell who. I just knew. And anyway well he didn't die! He lived and he escaped from our mission in the middle of a crowd of people and police and helicopters flying over head, he was like dangling from the helicopter and he came down, (dressed all in black, v. sexy) and came straight to me and we hugged and kissed and it was all soooo passionate and I was so happy!
And then we went on to do more missions (not neccessarily together) and I kept getting put in really dangerous situations and this one time I hadn't realized that anything had happened to me, but I guess I was close to dying and I ran into headquarters because that's what they were telling me to do and they used a defibulator on me, but not just for a second, but like they held it on me and it shocked me a lot, and then the chief gave me an injection in the back. And then I woke up.
I know it sounds like such a weird ending, but I was so pissed. I wanted to go back to sleep and do more missions and marry my spy boyfriend who I'm sure would have ended up being super manly and super sensitive to all my needs and we would have had beautiful babies and blah blah blah. Oh and a house built with love.
Obviously my subconcioused tapped into the major plot-line of the new James Bond film but STILL.
Maybe I should be a secret agent. Maybe that's my calling.