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Monday, November 26, 2007

Videogame Dream

I had a dream last night that was seriously fucked up. I was in the
middle of something that appeared like a videogame, only the people
around me were real.

The first part of the game was something out of Rambo, in that I
was infiltrating some sort of tropical army camp for a reason I
can't remember.

Then the game switched and me and three other people were floating
down a very flat and straight river. When we reached the end we saw
that the river was actually about to run off a straight cliff and
the water was almost level with rocks that were blocking the
river's flow. Somehow I knew that it would be bad if the river
overflowed down the cliff.

The dream then switched gears entirely (or else I can't remember
the transition) but now I was competing to be the hero or champion
in a great cosmic struggle. Myself and the other challengers were
running down a long hallway towards a series of open doors. I knew
that the first person to reach one of the doors would become the
champion. I fell through the door first and turned around and saw
everyone watching me as I began to fall down an incredibly long
tunnel.

The next thing I remember in the dream is being back at the
tropical army base, only now in addition to humans there were
creatures that reminded me of a velociraptor that I had to fight as
well. I was in some sort of motorboat but it was really had to
control and I crashed into someone's hut. There was a man in the
bedroom of the hut who was sick, and he told me so was everyone
else at the camp.

Then I got on top of him and we started to have sex, and then I
woke up.

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You know those people who say they should start a blog or journal and they do? There are really two types of those people. The ones who start to write and realize they have nothing to say, and so stop trying, or the ones who start to write and realize they have nothing to say either, but continue anyways.