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Look Out MI6
Jan. 27th, 2012 07:55 pmSo I went pretty much straight to bed after i got home from work- my brother still wanted the computer for another half hour and I figured short nap, you know? Well the problem is that I don't nap. I sleep. Really well. I love sleeping. I love being in bed, and just zenning out. So of course when I fell asleep I stayed there.
The next thing I don't do is I don't dream often. Or if I do I don't remember it. Which is fine. But I had the most wicked spy dream last night ever. I was with a group of people, but they seemed like they were under me somehow. I was calling the shots. Which is great 'cause I love calling the shots.
So there we are in this alley, and I think we might have had a psychic with us... can't really explain that. Anyway, we're in this alley and totally taking name, and it's dark. Like, evil, because I'm whipping around a'la matrix style and so are my companions and they do these awesome grabs to hold people down while I shoot them in the stomach. And it's really twisted because in the dream what I really want to do is stick the muzzle of my gun in their mouths and really fuck with their heads in the last moment, but I never do because I know my companions wouldn't be kosher with it.
Anyway, this part really twisted with my mind when i woke up 'cause I'm not generally the kind of person that goes around hurting people. Or I try not to be, anyway. Anyway, all these guards or whatever they are, are now down- and my people know it's time to go through this garage door and take out the head honcho.
So we whip this door open and I'm doing the matrix thing again (and I can not believe how much detail I remember, fyi) and I just craze past two more guards so that I'm right up against this head honcho's like... throne or something. I don't know. It was a special seat, anyway. And right away, I have my gun to his head and I whisper something to the tone of "you knew this was coming" or something. I think it must have been a cool one liner. I always wished I was good at cool one liners.
So then I shoot- but it's in slow motion now and I think he might have been some sort of psychic- you know, the ones that can move objects with their minds? Cause he was trying to stop the bullet, but the gun muzzle was right there, you know? And I'm already gone back out the door 'cause it took all of a second, but I know it worked cause you can hear all his people inside freaking out that their leader is dead.
And we're all congrats'ing ourselves on a job well done, and I'm all like, "Oh, it was just another day at the office.' and then... I wake up. I think I remember we may have gone back to our own base that was conveniently close, but I don't remember that bit.
But yeah, so I wake up, and the first thing I think of... is Kim Jong-Il.
So... yeah. I think I took down the psychic zombie vegas-styled supreme leader of North Korea last night. ...It was a good day. lol!
But if anyone can explain this dream to me- that would be most awesome!
On a side note, I think in February I'm going to be keeping a dietry record here on DW. I'm trying to diet (not really- just trying to actually eat healthier) and I want to keep track of what is actually going into my diet. I know I drink a lot of pop- even if I don't drink near as much as some people, I know I drink an unhealthy amount. So I'm going to start kind of recording it, and what kind of crap I'm eating as a point of interest. Hopefully my father will never stop by here, but it'll be a good lesson for me in actually seeing what my body is using as fuel.
You're only as good as the gas you use. lol! But beyond that, I only really stick to things like diets when I tell people about them- because they expect me to follow, and my friends are the type of friends that would call me on being a douche-bag of a liar for not following through.
I might include my money on here too- like, not the bills and whatnot, but how much money I wasted that day. If I went to timmies and got a mocha, I might include that in my bill! Lets see how much money I waste in any given month! Wo0t!
Anyway, the reason I'm doing these here is because I'm on the computer anyway, nobody is reading this journal (yet!), and it's a good experience to try when trying to save money. (( I'm trying hang gliding this summer, and have a thousand other things in my head that I want to do. ))
I do think I'm gonna keep the money thing under 'healthy living' tag 'cause it's not all just about diet, you know?
The next thing I don't do is I don't dream often. Or if I do I don't remember it. Which is fine. But I had the most wicked spy dream last night ever. I was with a group of people, but they seemed like they were under me somehow. I was calling the shots. Which is great 'cause I love calling the shots.
So there we are in this alley, and I think we might have had a psychic with us... can't really explain that. Anyway, we're in this alley and totally taking name, and it's dark. Like, evil, because I'm whipping around a'la matrix style and so are my companions and they do these awesome grabs to hold people down while I shoot them in the stomach. And it's really twisted because in the dream what I really want to do is stick the muzzle of my gun in their mouths and really fuck with their heads in the last moment, but I never do because I know my companions wouldn't be kosher with it.
Anyway, this part really twisted with my mind when i woke up 'cause I'm not generally the kind of person that goes around hurting people. Or I try not to be, anyway. Anyway, all these guards or whatever they are, are now down- and my people know it's time to go through this garage door and take out the head honcho.
So we whip this door open and I'm doing the matrix thing again (and I can not believe how much detail I remember, fyi) and I just craze past two more guards so that I'm right up against this head honcho's like... throne or something. I don't know. It was a special seat, anyway. And right away, I have my gun to his head and I whisper something to the tone of "you knew this was coming" or something. I think it must have been a cool one liner. I always wished I was good at cool one liners.
So then I shoot- but it's in slow motion now and I think he might have been some sort of psychic- you know, the ones that can move objects with their minds? Cause he was trying to stop the bullet, but the gun muzzle was right there, you know? And I'm already gone back out the door 'cause it took all of a second, but I know it worked cause you can hear all his people inside freaking out that their leader is dead.
And we're all congrats'ing ourselves on a job well done, and I'm all like, "Oh, it was just another day at the office.' and then... I wake up. I think I remember we may have gone back to our own base that was conveniently close, but I don't remember that bit.
But yeah, so I wake up, and the first thing I think of... is Kim Jong-Il.
So... yeah. I think I took down the psychic zombie vegas-styled supreme leader of North Korea last night. ...It was a good day. lol!
But if anyone can explain this dream to me- that would be most awesome!
On a side note, I think in February I'm going to be keeping a dietry record here on DW. I'm trying to diet (not really- just trying to actually eat healthier) and I want to keep track of what is actually going into my diet. I know I drink a lot of pop- even if I don't drink near as much as some people, I know I drink an unhealthy amount. So I'm going to start kind of recording it, and what kind of crap I'm eating as a point of interest. Hopefully my father will never stop by here, but it'll be a good lesson for me in actually seeing what my body is using as fuel.
You're only as good as the gas you use. lol! But beyond that, I only really stick to things like diets when I tell people about them- because they expect me to follow, and my friends are the type of friends that would call me on being a douche-bag of a liar for not following through.
I might include my money on here too- like, not the bills and whatnot, but how much money I wasted that day. If I went to timmies and got a mocha, I might include that in my bill! Lets see how much money I waste in any given month! Wo0t!
Anyway, the reason I'm doing these here is because I'm on the computer anyway, nobody is reading this journal (yet!), and it's a good experience to try when trying to save money. (( I'm trying hang gliding this summer, and have a thousand other things in my head that I want to do. ))
I do think I'm gonna keep the money thing under 'healthy living' tag 'cause it's not all just about diet, you know?
