- Oct 10, 2006
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So last night I had a really weird dream involving the number of the beast, some huge (as in several stories high) red/black/violet hellspawn thing that you could probably make with the spore creature creator, President Bush, his uncle (don't know if he actually has one) who is apparently a famous chef, an alien king in a palace where I had to jump around chopping cables that held pods to the ceiling, and a few people I knew from High School/College.
ANYways, right before I woke up, some guy was trying to ram a green Volkswagen Beetle through the front door of my grandmother's house (grandparents died when I was 3, we stay at the empty house when visiting relatives). The door is your standard glass door + real door. The first attempt cracked the glass door. The guy backed out for another try, and in the process the beetle metamorphosed into a pickup (guess my subconscious figured it made slightly more sense). This time it spider-webbed the door. At this point, I moved up to close the real door, thinking it would help. Right when I reach the door, the pickup is about to collide for the third time.
Flash back to reality, my sister (2 years older) left this morning to go back to college, and she wanted to wake me up to say goodbye. She has a large (as in 3' tall) stuffed pig named Hector, and she decided that it would be fun to wake me up by plopping him on my chest with considerable force. Unfortunately she timed the plop right when the pickup was ramming the glass door. So I see this pickup barreling towards me through the spider-webbed glass, and just as it's about to hit, BOOM! Pig to the chest.
Suffice to say I woke up with about several simultaneous HOLY SHI..WTF :shocked: going through my mind, and my heart rate probably well about 200 bpm. Yeah... hell of a way to wake up.
ANYways, right before I woke up, some guy was trying to ram a green Volkswagen Beetle through the front door of my grandmother's house (grandparents died when I was 3, we stay at the empty house when visiting relatives). The door is your standard glass door + real door. The first attempt cracked the glass door. The guy backed out for another try, and in the process the beetle metamorphosed into a pickup (guess my subconscious figured it made slightly more sense). This time it spider-webbed the door. At this point, I moved up to close the real door, thinking it would help. Right when I reach the door, the pickup is about to collide for the third time.
Flash back to reality, my sister (2 years older) left this morning to go back to college, and she wanted to wake me up to say goodbye. She has a large (as in 3' tall) stuffed pig named Hector, and she decided that it would be fun to wake me up by plopping him on my chest with considerable force. Unfortunately she timed the plop right when the pickup was ramming the glass door. So I see this pickup barreling towards me through the spider-webbed glass, and just as it's about to hit, BOOM! Pig to the chest.
Suffice to say I woke up with about several simultaneous HOLY SHI..WTF :shocked: going through my mind, and my heart rate probably well about 200 bpm. Yeah... hell of a way to wake up.
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