You know, i had the weirdest dream last night. You know that most dreams are forgotten within 5 minutes of waking up? (Thaaank youu, Big book of useless facts) Anyway, it's been nearly 10 hours or moar so i guess since i still remember it, there has got to be something more to it.
So in my dream, it starts out pretty normally. I'm back in Secondary school, and its PE time, and NAPFA is coming up so teacher asks us to do a 2.4km run. Well of course this does not sit well with me, and i run (ironically) away (not like a little girl, like, all manly) from the track. Of course, a teacher pursues, but i cleverly hide in the girl's toilet. Then for some reason, the janitor, who is a black guy (im not being racist, its just a weird dream), comes in and i go hide in a cubicle. However, he catches me (that part was scawwie ;_;) and for some reason i am stripped to nothing but my underwear. Now i am in my underwear and he is bringing me to the principal's office. I forgot how, but somehow i bribe him, and escape, with my clothes.
Now part 2 starts. This is the part of the dream i like. There's this kid in the school named Freddy (see i even remember his name) Of course, Freddy is a fictional character. Anyway Freddy is a moron, he laughs when i tell my art teacher i want to be the world's greatest artist. And he eats something i made in Home Economics. So i take revenge on Freddy. I forget how, but i set up Freddy, the Black Janitor catches Freddy, and Freddy gets expelled. LOL.
I don't get what this dream means at all. What is the symbolism of the Black Janitor? I guess sometimes a dream is just a dream. Well, it beats sleepwalking.
19 pages of my manga drawn, i guess my total project progress is... 40%? Still alot of work to be done. Soon as i do some scanning i'll post the pics up 'ere :) Look forward to it!
Big Punching game rematch this Friday... I'm training by wearing 10kg weights on my arms at all times. Jab jab... jab jab jab HOOK UPPER!!! Prepare to die, Daryl!
To wrap up the post, thanks ter for the song. It makes for easy listening.
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