Last night, my dreams were chaotic. One minute, I was in a generic Bruce Willis thriller where he and I had to kill Saddam Hussein during a Muslim wedding. The next, I was in Jurassic Park, sitting in a car, trying to radio for help, and two velociraptors were breaking the windows in. And finally, I was in the middle of a fued between two ninja clans and found myself hiding, carrying a dagger, seeking out one of my friends in a whorehouse, to kill him for betraying my clan.
God damn, my life has to get more interesting so my dreams can calm down.
God damn, my life has to get more interesting so my dreams can calm down.
