
Last night I dreamt that I was at an amusement park and I went into a ride and it looked like Mars-you know, the planet-So I'm in there and everything is really red and bright, as if we were inside the planet. And suddenly the floors start to shift and move and tilt downwards as if to drop me onto this so-called Mars. I immediately grab on to a hand railing and i'm holding on for dear life as the floors continue to incline into what I thought would be my imminent death. So i'm hanging on and panicking and I start to cry and for anyone who knows me well-I don't cry. Especially in a situation like this. So i'm sobbing like a baby and I look up and I see that Luigi is standing on a ledge that hadn't moved and instead of helping me to safety he laughs! Like one of those really mean mischievous laughs of enjoyment when other people suffer. Yeah, one of those. Well all in all he didn't help me and like most things in my "real" life I manage to safe myself without the assistance of anyone. Thanks for nothing boyfriend. So basically, there is no moral to this story, well there might be but I didn't intend for there to actually be one. So lets analyze what i've learned from this dream.
a) Mars is beautiful but dangerous
b) Avoid shifting floors
c) Crying, eh.
d) Your boyfriend isn't going to save you when you are falling from an amusement park ride into the core of the planet Mars.
(well at least not in my dreams)

1 comment:
The dream "me" is the biggest asshole around. I hate that guy. He can suck a big one.
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