Dream Last Night

Lots going through my mind. Elections meeting, death, dreams, and my image.

I had a huge post ready to go about yesterday. I'm keeping it private right now. I'm not sure how much I should really share of it. I know that some things are better left behind closed doors; all I'd be doing is expressing my opinions of what happened yesterday. I'll think about that.

Let me get to dreams first. I had a fucked up dream last night. I don't remember a lot of it, but it was the first dream where I died (or remember it). There was a bomb in a safe, and it was being carried by a guy on a little moped, which all these police chasing him. The bomb looked like a simple set of interconnecting wooden pieces. I was told that if a small part of the wooden structure was moved, it would explode, killing about 100 million people.

I had slightly moved it and nothing happened (don't ask me why; I think I was trying to disarm it). Then, all of a sudden there was this "BOOM!" and everything went gray. I couldn't move or talk, I could only see gray and think.

Not a fun way to wake up in the morning. >_<

Gah, more to write, but I have to get back to work.

Image

( My Rant )

Hm, I'm kind of withdrawing what I'm saying here, but I'll keep the rant up if anyone wants to laugh at it. `^_^

I guess it's just a chance that I take that my "party" self might influence how people think about my...what would you say, "serious" self? Look at me being all paranoid...I'm going to blame it on lack of sleep. Sorry everyone, didn't mean to jump to conclusions. Bad me. `^_^

As cheesy as it sounds, I'm just gonna keep being the best me I can be. Yes, I am an after-school special...but more in the vein of Strangers with Candy. *LOL* :)