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Horse Head!
5 March 2006 10:23Trouble with roommate? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Spouse?
Angelus Imbrium: You should buy a stuffed horse, cut off the head, sew the bottom together (I'm going to do this when I'm married, by the way) and put it in her bed whenever she does something like that.
Then they know they did something wrong without you having to say it. :D It alleviates the need for unnecessary complication arguements.
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So I was dreaming again last night. I was up in a big high class black office building, with a group of other normal people and guns, and I had a Triple. A Triple is a sort of single barrel shotgun-ish weapon with incendiary ammunition that has no recoil. Where I got it, I will never know. Anyway, we're on the top floor just killing people to try to stay alive. Then when we cleared the top and barricaded the doors, we rested easy. We could hold out there until help came (we never knew what help would be, just that it would come.) Then for some reason we were in the elevator (it was a glass elevator, made out of the same black tinted glass as the rest of the building, and the rest of the buildings around this building), holding out there. We were going to be absolutely fine, there was no way they could get us, but then this little girl accidentally pressed the 'down' button, and for some reason we couldn't shut it off, and it was accelerating downwards very quickly. Someone started blubbering, and I yelled for everyone to shut up and pass me some shells to re-load my Triple. We'd still have shelter in the elevator when it hit the ground. Then we hit the ground, and there was this huge crashing of glass, and somehow I lost my Triple and had a pistol instead, which I used to shoot out the window next to me and kill someone behind it. Then this woman jumped into the elevator holding another Triple, and I knew it was over. Some inner voice told me to play possum after she shot, like use my stage-combat skills--oh yeah, by the way, I'm wearing a business suit right now, dark skirt, white shirt--to act like I'd been shot, and then flop down so she wouldn't actually end up shooting me. But when she shot, I flopped too early and came down right on the blast. I thought I was safe because I couldn't feel any pain.
She'd already killed everyone else in the elevator, and there were men coming in to check to see if everyone was dead. This is the point in which I realized that there was a freaking gigantic hole in my left side, complete with vital organs trying to escape. I grabbed at it, and called out to the man who was the last through to check--all his friends were already gone.
"Wait! Wait. Before I die, I want to explain to you my philosophy of life." He came over and knelt down. "I love life, all of it--"
Which is when I woke up a little and thought, "...Wait a second, we're not supposed to be able to die in our dreams." And then was back asleep, where my dream self suddenly had a new motivation.
"--and my husband. I love him. Tell him I did."
"Who's your husband?" He says, looking slightly unconcerned. I tell him it's Andrew. He looks like someone hit him in the back of the head with an axe. "You're Carney's wife? Oh Jesus. God damnit!" He runs outside and starts yelling something about paramedics. He comes back in. "Oh Jesus. What were you doing over here?"
Sudden flashback + extra information! The city we live in is divided in two halves, the White half, and the Black half, a la Mirror Mask. Except instead of being medieval, it's all modern office buildings. It's also sort of like the Government and the good health care and stuff is all on the White side. It's like the Alliance and the Border Planets. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. I think I was going to deliver something for my work, or I had gone into the Black office building to get information or something, and that was the exact moment that the White side officials came to get rid of the people who were plotting from the Black side against the White side. Someone tossed me a gun so I could help defend, and I got caught up in the confusion.
He looks slightly frantic, as if the world is going to explode if he lets me die. Then some paramedics come. I'm 'concious' again on some operating table during a mass operation procedure with all the guys who were wounded in the assault on the Black office building. I feel very detatched, and I know someone is holding some organ of mine, which is a weird feeling. I ask them not to put me under, because if I die, I want to know I died.
Then I wake up, knowing in some bizarre corner of my mind that they probably skin grafted me all together with their crazy New Tech White Hospital doctor equipment laser scalpel stuff.
Freaking dreams.
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It snowed like a million inches.
Angelus Imbrium: You should buy a stuffed horse, cut off the head, sew the bottom together (I'm going to do this when I'm married, by the way) and put it in her bed whenever she does something like that.
Then they know they did something wrong without you having to say it. :D It alleviates the need for unnecessary complication arguements.
--
So I was dreaming again last night. I was up in a big high class black office building, with a group of other normal people and guns, and I had a Triple. A Triple is a sort of single barrel shotgun-ish weapon with incendiary ammunition that has no recoil. Where I got it, I will never know. Anyway, we're on the top floor just killing people to try to stay alive. Then when we cleared the top and barricaded the doors, we rested easy. We could hold out there until help came (we never knew what help would be, just that it would come.) Then for some reason we were in the elevator (it was a glass elevator, made out of the same black tinted glass as the rest of the building, and the rest of the buildings around this building), holding out there. We were going to be absolutely fine, there was no way they could get us, but then this little girl accidentally pressed the 'down' button, and for some reason we couldn't shut it off, and it was accelerating downwards very quickly. Someone started blubbering, and I yelled for everyone to shut up and pass me some shells to re-load my Triple. We'd still have shelter in the elevator when it hit the ground. Then we hit the ground, and there was this huge crashing of glass, and somehow I lost my Triple and had a pistol instead, which I used to shoot out the window next to me and kill someone behind it. Then this woman jumped into the elevator holding another Triple, and I knew it was over. Some inner voice told me to play possum after she shot, like use my stage-combat skills--oh yeah, by the way, I'm wearing a business suit right now, dark skirt, white shirt--to act like I'd been shot, and then flop down so she wouldn't actually end up shooting me. But when she shot, I flopped too early and came down right on the blast. I thought I was safe because I couldn't feel any pain.
She'd already killed everyone else in the elevator, and there were men coming in to check to see if everyone was dead. This is the point in which I realized that there was a freaking gigantic hole in my left side, complete with vital organs trying to escape. I grabbed at it, and called out to the man who was the last through to check--all his friends were already gone.
"Wait! Wait. Before I die, I want to explain to you my philosophy of life." He came over and knelt down. "I love life, all of it--"
Which is when I woke up a little and thought, "...Wait a second, we're not supposed to be able to die in our dreams." And then was back asleep, where my dream self suddenly had a new motivation.
"--and my husband. I love him. Tell him I did."
"Who's your husband?" He says, looking slightly unconcerned. I tell him it's Andrew. He looks like someone hit him in the back of the head with an axe. "You're Carney's wife? Oh Jesus. God damnit!" He runs outside and starts yelling something about paramedics. He comes back in. "Oh Jesus. What were you doing over here?"
Sudden flashback + extra information! The city we live in is divided in two halves, the White half, and the Black half, a la Mirror Mask. Except instead of being medieval, it's all modern office buildings. It's also sort of like the Government and the good health care and stuff is all on the White side. It's like the Alliance and the Border Planets. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. I think I was going to deliver something for my work, or I had gone into the Black office building to get information or something, and that was the exact moment that the White side officials came to get rid of the people who were plotting from the Black side against the White side. Someone tossed me a gun so I could help defend, and I got caught up in the confusion.
He looks slightly frantic, as if the world is going to explode if he lets me die. Then some paramedics come. I'm 'concious' again on some operating table during a mass operation procedure with all the guys who were wounded in the assault on the Black office building. I feel very detatched, and I know someone is holding some organ of mine, which is a weird feeling. I ask them not to put me under, because if I die, I want to know I died.
Then I wake up, knowing in some bizarre corner of my mind that they probably skin grafted me all together with their crazy New Tech White Hospital doctor equipment laser scalpel stuff.
Freaking dreams.
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It snowed like a million inches.
