dreams
I dreamed of a game in which you play little kami who compete with one another, giving living creatures the source of life.
I dreamed of a Moroccan dish, a curry with ground chickpeas and minced chicken, served over steamed rice. It was so spectacular it was one of these sources; things lived simply to taste it.
I dreamed I was a blue-skinned army man attacking an alien planet. I kept not realising that I was shooting at my own ships until a few shots later, but there was no friendly fire in that game, I guess. When we landed, I met one of my comrades-in-arms, who looked like this guy I knew in elementary school, Darryl Penn, and he showed me to our secret spy base. Where was it? In the school's monumental robot robot. What? I was very surprised. As we were walking over there, the aliens (who looked like Romans in togas) complimented me on my blue skin.
I dreamed of a Moroccan dish, a curry with ground chickpeas and minced chicken, served over steamed rice. It was so spectacular it was one of these sources; things lived simply to taste it.
I dreamed I was a blue-skinned army man attacking an alien planet. I kept not realising that I was shooting at my own ships until a few shots later, but there was no friendly fire in that game, I guess. When we landed, I met one of my comrades-in-arms, who looked like this guy I knew in elementary school, Darryl Penn, and he showed me to our secret spy base. Where was it? In the school's monumental robot robot. What? I was very surprised. As we were walking over there, the aliens (who looked like Romans in togas) complimented me on my blue skin.