agentaeon

Last night I had a dream where I was fighting a karate man in a room full of circular saws. If you want to picture that, keep in mind that I fight like an epileptic Jar Jar Binks in my dreams. I woke up right before a saw chewed my arm off at the armpit, and vowed to sleep in front of the Karate Kid until my astral self is able to kick a positive attitude down my opponents' mouths. Don't those rich snobs at Cobra-Kai dojo know that karate is about self-discipline and friendship?! I... this whole thing was a lie. I was dreaming about a giant pie filled with you and cheerleaders.

i hate those kinds of dreams, too.
anxiety-ish dreams are awful!

you are just a beautiful vision in blue!
and you are born on my favorite day of the year!
sweet!