posted on Dec, 2 2010 @ 02:59 PM
Or when you're a zombie killer that's one bad mother [snip] and the hordes of undead are chasing after you and it's headwind after headshot.
You're amazing! Awesome! Unparalleled even! But all you want is a glorious piece of sharp cheddar held in the underground fortress of the evil
alien queen Jeung on the planet Freud, but to get there (and somehow you know), you'll have to find the Purple Apple of Solace and bake a pizza in
the shape of a triangle--then you wake up.
Usually goes something like that for me. And if I'm flying, it's in search of a mystical flying pig that has the keys to all existence, but also an
odd penchant for almond butter. The circumstances have a tendency to dull my feelings for anything when walking up. But then again, I've never
thought my particular dreams to mean anything other than fantasy escapism brought to me on the screen of my unconscious mind.