Free Entertainment May 12, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 1 comment so farI believe that I’ve mentioned before that my dreams really make me wonder sometimes. Wonder about myself and my general level of insanity.
Last night, or this morning, or whatever, for instance, I dreamed that we were in a war. (Who “we” were is not very clearly defined.) Anyway, we (obviously the good guys) were camped out in a pavilion. We were trying to fight but were a bit challenged when it came to weapons. I had a knife, but it was rusty (it also looked remarkably like one that I drew a few months ago, except it didn’t have Elvish inscribed on it) and dull. So I set out on a mission to find something to sharpen it on.
I think we went with a rock. Well, it took the rust off at least! Well, okay, it took some of the rust off.
Then another girl (Atanvarne, maybe… it sort of seemed like her but not exactly) and I were wandering around in a field. I’m not sure what we were doing. I think we may have been in search of water. And Edward was with us. He was supposed to be our body guard, because there were all sorts of nasty Nazi-youth type people from the other side running around.
And just then they convinced him to join up! So we had to run away from EDDIE! *gasp* Traitor! We went dashing back to our somewhat fortified pavilion. On the way there we ran through another pavilion and I noticed Jesse F sitting in there. He, for some reason, was deeming it prudent that I pretend not to know him. So I tried, while signaling to him that we could really use some help.
We made it back to our base and everything was fine and dandy until Edward came strolling in to try to recruit MORE people for the Nazi-youth.
This was a bit too much.
Apparently Jesse felt the same way, because he came up behind Edward and bashed him in the head with an axe. We all screamed and stared at Jesse rather open-mouthedly. Jesse looked ashamed of himself for a minute and then began jumping up and down on Edward (who was quite dead) and yelling things and…
Honestly, I wonder what gives me these dreams. This one has, perhaps, two points of grounding in reality.
1) There has been a point at which we all were thinking about bashing Edward (not with an axe, just with something that knock him out for a while) so that he’d quit whistling on the bus on the way home from LIFE.
2) Jesse plays a mean game of Assassin. He plays for world domination, basically. Still, I’ve never seen him bash anyone in the head. (I’ve never been at any of his Dag battles, either, though, so…)
Anyway, goodnight… we’ll see what my mind comes up with tonight…
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