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16 years ago
General
First off, I obviously still have electric. Unemployment finally came after a frustrating series of hoops and delays, and I've been using it for bills and gas.
Hopefully it will last until I can get hired (which doesn't seem far away, I have several parties interested in seeing me for interviews).
In other news, I had a dream last night which comes close to taking the second-place spot for "Weirdest Dream I've Ever Had".
I'm fascinated by dreams, and I try and write them down when I can, or at least go over the events again so that I don't simply forget like I've done to so many in the past. In this case, I suppose I'm kind of doing both.
What makes this dream strange isn't that I got into a gunfight (that's happened to me before), or that I was in an awkward position of authority (that happens occasionally too, and for someone who dislikes heavy amounts of responsibility, it's not something that I enjoy). What made it strange was that I was the Pope. And I was black.
Very, very seldom to I dream about myself as something other then I am (I was a Dragon once, and I cherish that), and it's strange.
Aside from my altered looks, the dream was pretty straightforward, and too obviously inspired by FarCry2. I was in a desert-like environment, complete with mudbrick structures and sandy streets.
I felt wholly uneasy. I apparently had just been appointed, and was unhappy with it. Four men came carrying a litter to take me...somewhere else... But we hadn't gone far, before shots rang out. I jumped out (I recall being afraid that I would trip on my big, red robe) and pulled out the Desert Eagle I had concealed in my robe. I expected this and had come prepared.
There were three goons (as well as one of my own people). I only remember shooting the one enemy who was half hidden behind a rock. BOOM, headshot.
After the shootout, I walked over and met with one of my wounded assailants. We spoke together briefly and quite calmly, as if I had just beaten him at a game of chess. He apparently had been hired from an outside source.
After that brief explanation, I marched back into the city - no guard, with my pistol in hand. I marched back in, adrenaline still running high and feeling ready to take on another squad of goons.
Resuming my seat on the throne(?), I felt ready to take on the new task.
Still though - I dreamt I was a black pope. That's a first.
D.O.P.R
Hopefully it will last until I can get hired (which doesn't seem far away, I have several parties interested in seeing me for interviews).
In other news, I had a dream last night which comes close to taking the second-place spot for "Weirdest Dream I've Ever Had".
I'm fascinated by dreams, and I try and write them down when I can, or at least go over the events again so that I don't simply forget like I've done to so many in the past. In this case, I suppose I'm kind of doing both.
What makes this dream strange isn't that I got into a gunfight (that's happened to me before), or that I was in an awkward position of authority (that happens occasionally too, and for someone who dislikes heavy amounts of responsibility, it's not something that I enjoy). What made it strange was that I was the Pope. And I was black.
Very, very seldom to I dream about myself as something other then I am (I was a Dragon once, and I cherish that), and it's strange.
Aside from my altered looks, the dream was pretty straightforward, and too obviously inspired by FarCry2. I was in a desert-like environment, complete with mudbrick structures and sandy streets.
I felt wholly uneasy. I apparently had just been appointed, and was unhappy with it. Four men came carrying a litter to take me...somewhere else... But we hadn't gone far, before shots rang out. I jumped out (I recall being afraid that I would trip on my big, red robe) and pulled out the Desert Eagle I had concealed in my robe. I expected this and had come prepared.
There were three goons (as well as one of my own people). I only remember shooting the one enemy who was half hidden behind a rock. BOOM, headshot.
After the shootout, I walked over and met with one of my wounded assailants. We spoke together briefly and quite calmly, as if I had just beaten him at a game of chess. He apparently had been hired from an outside source.
After that brief explanation, I marched back into the city - no guard, with my pistol in hand. I marched back in, adrenaline still running high and feeling ready to take on another squad of goons.
Resuming my seat on the throne(?), I felt ready to take on the new task.
Still though - I dreamt I was a black pope. That's a first.
D.O.P.R
I keep remembering dreams that are strange too. I've learned to alter my dreams so I can have consistant abilities like flying. But...a black pope? That is a first for me in general. x3
Good luck with your interviews!
And I can't help you with the pope thing...
I'd love to do a dream diary, but most of the time I wake up in the middle of the night after some awesome dream, and then go right back asleep. I'd need to motivate myself to stay awake, losing valuable sleep, so I could write it down.
D.O.P.R
I've been randomly shot at, but I've never had to fire back at someone in anger. I'm a pretty good shot, so if I start shooting at someone, they may likely end up dead.
D.O.P.R
I'd go out shooting practically every weekend if I could.
D.O.P.R
If there isn't a gun-slingin' Pope in the Knights of Cydonia video, there should be!