I had an awesome little dream last night.
I was a bare chested, musclebound kilted warrior, fighting barbarians with my claymore and fucking hot tavern wenches. I would drink mead, eat massive haunches of undiscernable meat, fight, cuss and fuck and have a brilliant time doing it. I would slay dragons, ride destriers, live in a Boris Velejo picture.
Okay, so maybe I DIDN'T have that dream. But I want to. Its disappointing when the best dream you can think of is of a really good sandwich..
I want more. I don't want to wake up and think "This fucking sandwich is the highlight of my month"
So maybe its more fantasy than dream.
Real life blows at times. Need moar dragon.
I was a bare chested, musclebound kilted warrior, fighting barbarians with my claymore and fucking hot tavern wenches. I would drink mead, eat massive haunches of undiscernable meat, fight, cuss and fuck and have a brilliant time doing it. I would slay dragons, ride destriers, live in a Boris Velejo picture.
Okay, so maybe I DIDN'T have that dream. But I want to. Its disappointing when the best dream you can think of is of a really good sandwich..
I want more. I don't want to wake up and think "This fucking sandwich is the highlight of my month"
So maybe its more fantasy than dream.
Real life blows at times. Need moar dragon.
sfaery:
I love that and am probably quoting you lol "Real life blows at times. Need moar dragon." I have mundane dreams too and wake up and am disappointed to think I didn't actually go get groceries or do laundry already.