I had the strangest of
dreams last night. It pitted me in a post-
modern stage where the world had been split into
factions who followed
Deities. Each Deity was a regular
Human who had been exposed to a strange
material (I think I've been playing
Final Fantasy VII a tad too much). My certain God happened to be my friend,
Amy. She was really tall and always wore
sexy, hugging, red, revealing
dresses. I wasn't complaining.
Anyway we had to go fight the followers of this big, fat, ugly ogre who was actually my friend Hans (hmmmm...). However Jim Carey had to come save the day, but ended up being stabbed with a giant cigarette butt (I still don't get the stabbed bit either) by my Goddess Amy, and so we went forth to crush the evil followers of Hans the Ogre.
Things got pretty vague after that when my pet cat jumped on my bed, half waking me up, but I was soon fast asleep once more, jumping straight past the battle to the bit where Hans' head was an ornament on the wall now (hmmm, nice) and Amy and I were passionately making love in front of the fire. Pretty good, I thought, I mean here I am fucking a Goddess.
Then Dad woke me up and I got really annoyed, good by sexy Goddess that I'm making hot, sweaty, passionate love to, hello annoying Dad singing along shitty pop songs on Video Hits! Just great... I'm hoping to visit my new girlfriend again tonight.