Had a weird dream I kept thinking back to.
Involved, I think, school chums and I in this big lecture hall that was outdoors. Something happened there, but we went back to my house, where there were maids and everything.
Years go by, and I come back to my house. Apparently, I hadn't been around a lot. I went to the hallway closet that my mum converted to a desk area (it is real, not made up), and I was fixing something on the clothespole that my mum left up there (I was condensing a piston (or was it called a piston, well, whatever) like I was reapplying new front brake pads for a car... I think I'm getting too muddled up with my job shadow...), but anyways. One of the maids (who was a kindly black woman), had aged, but she was basically the only person in my house. I looked all around, trying to find someone--my parents, my brothers, just a familiar face.
No one remained, but dust had settled in a light film everywhere.
Makes me think that there will be a point where my house (my grandparents built it, my mum grew up in it, and so did me and my brothers) won't be more than splinters of wood and pebbles of concrete in the dirt.
Bah.
I hate my dreams.
Quick Note: Going to be the proud owner of this in a couple of weeks. My childhood has been redeemed. The whole series plus all the movies.
*lesigh*
jester2000
My dreams are fucking crazy all night like an action movie.
So I tell jokes all night on Newgrounds.
Do you like a good joke?
Then just view my user page.