I had such an amazing dream tonight that it demands to be shared here on the great place of the Internet. It was so cool. So awesome, so.. yeah. Got me to realize I’ve been getting a lot of science fiction into my system lately.
I’ve never been that good on telling stories (which makes me the ultimate blogger, I know), but nevertheless I’m gonna give it a try. Don’t shoot me if it wasn’t what you expected.
We (myself and all the people I apparently know, but don’t have a clue about outside the dreamworld) were on this center where we were gonna learn something about something, on a spaceship that was stranded on a planet. And we were left pretty much to ourselves, we got to go to the store and buy in groceries as we saw fit. I went to the store and got back with a pepperoni pizza (which I regretted buying, since I don’t eat meat), a carton of red wine, and some energy bars. That was our food for a few days. As it turns out, we didn’t have as much freedom to buy food as I first thought.
After a while of hanging out in our dorm, we got attacked buy aliens. And they were this huge, ten times bigger than humans, aliens. They didn’t really have faces, it looked like they were squinting way too much, which resulted in their eyes and mouths being hidden inside all the skin. And they were kind of brown/blueish. And it was all chaos, until I discovered something really disturbing. Someone had drunk my carton of wine. And in the chaos of being attacked by aliens, I started interrogating everyone to find out who drank it. Which shouldn’t really be that difficult, because when you’ve drunk a carton of wine by yourself, it should be pretty obvious. My search for the drunken thief, however, got interrupted by our spaceship being ripped apart by these aliens. So we ended up floating around in space. And I was still pissed about the stolen wine. I suspected our teacher, who floated near me, so I confronted her. It turned out, she seemed pretty wasted. So I yelled at her, about how she really couldn’t just go about drinking wine while we were attacked by aliens, and most importantly, that wine wasn’t hers. She didn’t really care. So I just floated around in space being angry until I woke up.
If there’s one thing I learned from this dream, it’s that if I ever get attacked by aliens in space, I should watch my priorities carefully. And that sadly, I am perhaps not suitable as the Doctors companion. But I don’t want to believe that, so I’ll keep on not believing it. I would be awesome as his companion. (For those of you that don’t watch Doctor Who, and don’t have the faintest idea what I’m taking about; watch Doctor Who.) Doctor, if you read this, I’m not really even that interested in alcohol, it’s never been a big part of my priorities. Honest. (Really, I am honest. Even though it sounds like I’m in denial of my drinking problem. Anyway, Rose loves drugs!)
Pictures almost shamelessly stolen from Google.
Dude, this is my blog. 