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Welcome to the twisted mind of the Lord Snow










I'm going to start recording my dreams whenever I can...dunno why but I'm pretty sure that the idea came from Jen and her gift to me. They'll be kept here for...fairly obvious reasons.



Dream 6: The Movies

Was feeling tired after a long CS binge with Conan in the morning. Took a nap midday and had a dream. Felt annoyed after I woke up because I felt that it interrupted my chance to have a restful nap but whateva...

* * * * *

Walked out of a movie with Juliette.

On the way out and down some large steps, I pull the receipt from the debit machine where I bought the two tickets out of my pocket and looked it over for a while. She grabs it out of my hand asking what it is, that she'd never seen it before. I explain to her that it's a receipt that you get if you buy the tickets from the machine and not from the teller.

"Cool, I'm going to have to make sure to pick these up next time." She says and we head to the exit.

On the way there, we look outside the large windows and see that it's raining like mad on the streets outside. I sigh and pull out my jacket from my backpack as I tell her, "Well, obviously, you're going to have to wear my jacket." (We're both wearing just t-shirts and neither has an umbrella)

She looks at me with wide eyes for a while before insisting, "no, no, no, that's quite okay!" and before I can attempt to force the jacket upon her, she skips [Yeah, you heard me right...brought back a specific, non-too happy memory...BUT whatever...] she SKIPS off towards the exit and the raining street. I trot after her, she sees me getting closer and runs away away and eventually, I get her to stop and tell her that I'm giving up trying to get her to wear my jacket and that I just had to go to the washroom.

"Oh," she says and we go back inside, via some stairs leading downwards. On the way down, someone punches me on the arm. It's Tae Hee. The usual greeting of 'hey what's up' occurs and he informs me that he's here to watch a movie with a friend. I ask him what movie But he doesn't respond and walks off.

With a shrug, I head to the washrooms and stop for a moment, looking at a poster for a new movie coming out where there are these small aliens that look just like us except queerly proportioned and miniaturized find a way to attach to people's bodies like leeches and control them. The title of the movie was 'V' ?

Go to the washroom and take a leak, after washing my hands, I distinctly remember thinking in my mind about the bullet calibers of most of the guns in CS and the meanings of the various acronyms such as AWM and something about automatic fire rifles. When reaching the paper towel dispenser, the little lever reminds me of the key to plant C4 and I push it rapidly many times, it makes a lot of noise. I leave the washroom and see a man looking at me funny, he'd heard the noise and wondered what the fuck I was doing.

I get out and look at the posters some more while waiting for Juliette.

* * * * *

As always, make of it what you will...
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