thank god its friday!

speaking of which i am rudely reminded of the painful day when we walked at least 3 kilometers in the fruitless search of the elusive but oh-so-tempting FRIDAYS. -pouts- we never did find it. thankfully it was pizza hut to the rescue, or i might had to carry the starving marc back home.

but i digress.

funny how dreams seem to be so real when you are having them but after which, unless you make a point to remember them they just vanish within the deep recesses of your gray matter. im very sure that i have this other dream i had stored in there somewhere. but that's another story.

anyways, i had this epic dream about two weeks ago. the setting was somewhat like the ruins of lordaeron, with a secret passage that lead to, lo and behold... A CHINESE RESTAURANT! yeah, it was cheena to hell and back, with red table cloth and golden rims to just about anything.

so there we were, on a mission to infiltrate the birthday party of this rich old prick (think obese chinese businessman with slanty eyes going "AND THEN???!!") and kill his FAVORITE FISH (for consumption). those fish are good only when they are freshly killed, apparently and the evil plan was to slaughter them, EACH and EVERY one of them in the most coldblooded way. we were to kill them while they were still swimming in the modest comfort of the plus-size styrofoam box using all but a gun thoughtfully equipped with a silencer.

and of course, it had to go wrong with us being discovered crouching by the trolley. CAMERA: zooms in on the smoking catastrophe.

-blink-

suddenly im a young male sitting at a booth in that same restaurant (why a chinese restaurant would have a diner's booth is beyond me, but there you go) with my girlfriend. a shot sounded out, and i whip around, only to discover that she has been shot in the side... @@

heh. odd dream.