I had a weird dream.
I was out with my friends, doing a noodle house crawl (like a bar crawl, in the dream it was actually a thing). We came across these two women. They were young. One of them was Queen Amidala, the other was a girl I went to high school with. They were on some kind of unspecified quest; Amidala was the heroine, high school girl was just sort of her assistant.
Being heroic young men, we elected to join them. We travelled for some time, the eight or nine of us comfortably seated in their Volkswagen Golf. In this time I struck up a relationship with the girl from school. Everyone noticed, and we ended up separating from the group for one night.
I guess I was a passionate and powerful lover, because she asked me to stay with her and abandon the quest. Amidala wasn't pleased, and I was forced to choose between the cause that I believed in deeply (though I was never certain, even in the dream, what that cause was) and someone I'd come to have strong feelings for.
It didn't help that my friends had abandoned her, leaving me as the sole stalwart defender of two defenseless waifs. What it boiled down to was a choice between amazing sex and stability in the short term, or a journey that might fail, and would upset the balance of the world if it didn't, possibly making things worse.
Of course, I woke up before I made the decision. I guess the strangest thing was that I was never fond of that girl in school, and found her unpleasant most of the time. And I haven't thought of her in years.
And now the punchline: Good thing I didn't tell him about the dirty knife!
I was out with my friends, doing a noodle house crawl (like a bar crawl, in the dream it was actually a thing). We came across these two women. They were young. One of them was Queen Amidala, the other was a girl I went to high school with. They were on some kind of unspecified quest; Amidala was the heroine, high school girl was just sort of her assistant.
Being heroic young men, we elected to join them. We travelled for some time, the eight or nine of us comfortably seated in their Volkswagen Golf. In this time I struck up a relationship with the girl from school. Everyone noticed, and we ended up separating from the group for one night.
I guess I was a passionate and powerful lover, because she asked me to stay with her and abandon the quest. Amidala wasn't pleased, and I was forced to choose between the cause that I believed in deeply (though I was never certain, even in the dream, what that cause was) and someone I'd come to have strong feelings for.
It didn't help that my friends had abandoned her, leaving me as the sole stalwart defender of two defenseless waifs. What it boiled down to was a choice between amazing sex and stability in the short term, or a journey that might fail, and would upset the balance of the world if it didn't, possibly making things worse.
Of course, I woke up before I made the decision. I guess the strangest thing was that I was never fond of that girl in school, and found her unpleasant most of the time. And I haven't thought of her in years.
And now the punchline: Good thing I didn't tell him about the dirty knife!