Another Dream

Last night, I had another one of those dreams. Better than any video game. I was a drow assassin armed with a sword and a laser gun working for a group of rebel soldiers on a space station. It started with me sneaking onto the station, since it was being surrounded by deep space monsters (looking like giant space ticks crossed with dogs). Then I crept through the deserted, rusting under layers which were populated by scavenging punk gangs. Then I arrived in the main control room to be greeted by cheers and praise; apparently, I was quite the hero. I came not a moment too soon, because the walls shattered, and a platoon of battle droids entered. After dispatching them in fierce fighting, we started planning a counter-attack to break free, but then the dream ended. My colleagues were all very interesting characters; I wish I could remember more of them. One of them was Toshiro Mifune in a battle suit. Those battle droids never stood a chance.

Sometimes, I think being asleep is better than being awake.

On a more melancholy note, sometimes I spend a lot of time reflecting on the friends I have lost or drifted away from. This life is far too transitory. I can too easily count the friends I've had for longer than five years, and it seems like that number is steadily decreasing. Leaving friends, like any habit, becomes easier the more I do it. I wish it wouldn't. I wish I had the strength to cling to those friendships more tightly; then again, maybe there is wisdom in letting them go if they're not worth the both of us trying to hold on.

Dream

I had a dream. I got up in the morning, walked around, started getting ready for going to the presentation today. Then I noticed that there were things in my apartment I haven't had for a while; to check to see if I was in a dream, I pinched my cheek. I didn't feel a thing; I panicked, expecting to get attacked by some horrible nightmare monstrosity in a moment. Instead, the floor opened into blackness, and I fell through.

I fell down toward the Earth from high above. I almost collided with the street, but wound up hovering over it. I was in China outside some official function. A shouting policewoman was pushing people onto a rickety bus to go to the event, screaming at the top of her voice. When she saw me, she started screaming at me to get on the bus. I told her I wasn't from around there, I was just a dream manifestation, and I didn't have to do anything she said. She just screamed louder that everyone has to get on the bus, dream or not. I didn't get on the bus. She kept screaming. I woke up and went to the presentation.

I'll leave it up to you to interpret, readers.

I Dream Avatar Fanfiction

Warning: Avatar Spoilers

Because she is his sister, Zuko decided not to throw Azula into prison after the events of the third season of Avatar. Instead, he found it a fitting punishment to exile her to an island-fortress kingdom in the far west of the Fire Nation. The island is ruled over by a teenaged king who had spent the war grudgingly watching the western boundaries of the Fire Nation against an enemy that never appeared; most believed there was nothing west of the Fire Nation. He would be both her guardian and her friend while she was in exile.

Azula, of course, was furious when she arrived. She behaved spitefully to the young king, whose laid-back exterior betrayed an intense interior. Finally, he grew tired of hearing that she deserved to rule the Fire Nation because she was the best, and he challenged her to a race around the outer walls of the fortress. Using a form of firebending similar to a flamethrower, he beat her in the race, using fire like jets out of his feet to drive himself to breakneck speed around the perilous course of the parapets. Humiliated by her defeat at the hands of a nobody, she challenged him to Agni Kai, but he refused, saying he knew she would beat him in that. The lesson to her was obvious: play to your strengths. It was a humbling moment, but Azula's new wisdom would be tested when a ship with dark sails appeared in the western ocean.

I dreamed all of this two nights ago. I am a major geek, I know.

Yatta!

So I had not one but two separate nightmares last night that I did very poorly in that second class I told you about. In the first nightmare, the class was being taught by some awful woman in a classroom completely unlike any I have been in. She told me that I had never turned in my paper, and I said that I had it on the website, but I couldn't for the life of me find the website again, so the remainder of the dream was about simultaneously trying to find the paper on a hard drive or find it on the website. In real life, I handed it in physically, so I don't know where that idea came from. Maybe from the fact that I hate it when my students hand in a paper online rather than handing it to me! Anyway, the second dream was me trying to convince my teacher that I had the paper in, because she was about to give me a C- because I hadn't found the paper, and meanwhile the next class was coming in and she was trying to shunt me off. In the third dream, I was a pirate coming in to port and trying to find the inn where I would be staying for the night.

But this morning, I checked my grade, and guess what? All your English classes are belong to me! I am the Duke of English, A Number One!

Now it's time to get down and boogie.

The problem with not wanting to get up in the morning is that I have all these weird dreams. But really, why wake up? So I can hang around playing video games and watching movies? I need a new hobby.

Nicole Kidman!

I had a dream Nicole Kidman was dead. I think it was some kind of accidental overdose. I guess in my mind Heath Ledger and Nicole Kidman are connected. Well, they've both been in Batman movies and they're both Australian, so there IS a connection....

That being said, it's been almost ten years since Moulin Rouge. I know Nicole was still looking foxy in The Golden Compass, but that was more of a "my best friend's hot mom" kind of look, rather than a "that cute girl I'd pass notes to during class" look. I really need to update my mental list of hot women. I think Sharon Stone is still on there.

Help me, Keira Knightley. You're my only hope.

By "help" I mean "stop making Pirates of the Carribean movies" and "do something interesting with your life."