After staying up all night, I take these walks in the morning, before the sun has even started to peek over the horizon. I can't recall why I started doing it at first, but I came to the conclusion that seemed natural, like a cap-off to the night.
I would walk around, just musing really. Looking at stuff, occasionally taking a picture, and thinking about things. I used to walk around, just waiting for something to inspire me, it works sometimes, but most of the time it doesn't. Much has changed since those days. I can tell you that the sun rises at a different point on the horizon than it did in the winter, with time comes change. Just as I have changed emotionally, mentally, and grammatically.
Don't you just love movies? I know I do. I love watching all kinds of movies. Horror movies, Kung Fu movies, mystery movies, action movies. Shit, the list could go on and on. Movies have always been a getaway for me from the world. I love to just sit down with a couple of my friends and watch a good movie. I especially love curling up with a girl to watch a movie, a little bit of her hair in my face. Ah, the little things in life.
About 4 or 5 nights ago, I had a very weird and distrubing dream. I was a blacksmith in a village and at the beginning of the dream, I was making samurai swords. Spencer, Gregg, Bethany, and Brittan(I don't know why even these people showed up, but I like to think in even numbers) were residing in the village as well, but I don't remember exactly why. All of them were dressed in monk-like costumes for some reason, but anyways a gang or an army invaded the town and kidnapped the previously mentioned people. I raced after them with swords in my hands. I killed one of them, I think, but they shot me a thousand times. I think I died or was unconscious. They took my corpse, put it in a coffin, and threw it in a river. While I was floating at the bottom of the river, the gang was still busy tying the guys and girls up. One particular nasty looking guy said that they were going to kill Gregg and Spencer first, and then they would have their way with Brittan and Bethany and kill them too after the deed. Meanwhile, I am either reborn or wake up in the coffin and start to punch through the coffin(a la Kill Bill Vol. 2). I swim to surface and shore and I hear Brittan screaming. I start running towards her screams and water just started to fly off my wet clothes. Kind of like when dog gets wet and shakes it all off. Finally, I come to this cemetary and I see Gregg, Spencer, Brittan, and Bethany, and they're all fine and unharmed, but there's no sign of the gang. I just was looking around and like 30 guys dropped from the trees with swords in their hands. So we get in a swordfight, I must have been stabbed near a hundred times and I have a huge gash down the side of my face, but I kill all of the gang except one guy and we're standing five feet away from each other. We're both out of breath and panting, and you could see our breath, but it didn't dissipate, so it was like a small fog cloud accumlating around us. And then out of nowhere, this guy pulls a shotgun and shoots me. I look over at the guys. Gregg and Spencer were in shock, Bethany was a tad bit teary-eyed, but Brittan was bawling her eyes out. I say "I'm sorry" to the guys and lean against some tree. The guy turns around and says to Gregg,"You're next" and he pumped the shotgun and aimed at Gregg, but I guess I decided to get back up and the guy heard and turns around and shoots me again. I hit the tree behind me and fall down. And I'm trying to climb up the tree to prop myself up and the guy shoots me again. And I just barely move and the guy gets pissed off and just starts to unload the rest of his shells. When he was out of shells, he just started to beat with me the butt of his shotgun. After a while he stopped and propped himself up with his shotgun. I guess I had a Mountain Dew strapped to my chest, kind of like a grenade. The guy took it, drank it, and threw at my feet. But the dream went inside my body to my heart, and it started pumping again. As the dream came back out of my body, I was coming back to life. The guy was turned around, he had a pistol in his hand, and for some reason he couldn't find the clip for it. I look down at my feet and eye the used Mountain Dew can. It was like the last insult, really. You kill me, you're going to kill my friends, and then you drank my Mountain Dew.(But honestly I fight through hell for friends if I had to.) There were so many layers of anger on my face, it's really impossible to explain. But anyways, the guy is still looking for the clip to his gun, while I'm propping myself up with my sword.(Aren't I a badass? Just kidding) " So where were we before that little fucker interrupted us?" says the guy. He finds his clip and loads it. Then I said in the most Irish accent," Hey, you fat fuck." Naturally, the guy turns around and starts shooting at me. I start to charge at him with my sword and the bullets are hitting me. I run up to him, and he shoots in the head, and I chop his head and we both fall down. But I guess a bullet to the head isn't enough to kill me because an ambulance came and took all of us to hospital. During our transit to the hospital, Brittan was asking me questions like, Are you ok? Are you in pain? And then she says," You know, you didn't have to do what you did, Sam. Because I'm a badass." and then I said,"Well, if I had to do it all over again, I'd make the same choices as I did before." Upon arriving at the hospital, they put me in the ICU and let everyone sleep in there. And the following morning, I was released from the hospital and was walking perfectly. So that was my dream.
Aso. That's it for now.
I would walk around, just musing really. Looking at stuff, occasionally taking a picture, and thinking about things. I used to walk around, just waiting for something to inspire me, it works sometimes, but most of the time it doesn't. Much has changed since those days. I can tell you that the sun rises at a different point on the horizon than it did in the winter, with time comes change. Just as I have changed emotionally, mentally, and grammatically.
Don't you just love movies? I know I do. I love watching all kinds of movies. Horror movies, Kung Fu movies, mystery movies, action movies. Shit, the list could go on and on. Movies have always been a getaway for me from the world. I love to just sit down with a couple of my friends and watch a good movie. I especially love curling up with a girl to watch a movie, a little bit of her hair in my face. Ah, the little things in life.
About 4 or 5 nights ago, I had a very weird and distrubing dream. I was a blacksmith in a village and at the beginning of the dream, I was making samurai swords. Spencer, Gregg, Bethany, and Brittan(I don't know why even these people showed up, but I like to think in even numbers) were residing in the village as well, but I don't remember exactly why. All of them were dressed in monk-like costumes for some reason, but anyways a gang or an army invaded the town and kidnapped the previously mentioned people. I raced after them with swords in my hands. I killed one of them, I think, but they shot me a thousand times. I think I died or was unconscious. They took my corpse, put it in a coffin, and threw it in a river. While I was floating at the bottom of the river, the gang was still busy tying the guys and girls up. One particular nasty looking guy said that they were going to kill Gregg and Spencer first, and then they would have their way with Brittan and Bethany and kill them too after the deed. Meanwhile, I am either reborn or wake up in the coffin and start to punch through the coffin(a la Kill Bill Vol. 2). I swim to surface and shore and I hear Brittan screaming. I start running towards her screams and water just started to fly off my wet clothes. Kind of like when dog gets wet and shakes it all off. Finally, I come to this cemetary and I see Gregg, Spencer, Brittan, and Bethany, and they're all fine and unharmed, but there's no sign of the gang. I just was looking around and like 30 guys dropped from the trees with swords in their hands. So we get in a swordfight, I must have been stabbed near a hundred times and I have a huge gash down the side of my face, but I kill all of the gang except one guy and we're standing five feet away from each other. We're both out of breath and panting, and you could see our breath, but it didn't dissipate, so it was like a small fog cloud accumlating around us. And then out of nowhere, this guy pulls a shotgun and shoots me. I look over at the guys. Gregg and Spencer were in shock, Bethany was a tad bit teary-eyed, but Brittan was bawling her eyes out. I say "I'm sorry" to the guys and lean against some tree. The guy turns around and says to Gregg,"You're next" and he pumped the shotgun and aimed at Gregg, but I guess I decided to get back up and the guy heard and turns around and shoots me again. I hit the tree behind me and fall down. And I'm trying to climb up the tree to prop myself up and the guy shoots me again. And I just barely move and the guy gets pissed off and just starts to unload the rest of his shells. When he was out of shells, he just started to beat with me the butt of his shotgun. After a while he stopped and propped himself up with his shotgun. I guess I had a Mountain Dew strapped to my chest, kind of like a grenade. The guy took it, drank it, and threw at my feet. But the dream went inside my body to my heart, and it started pumping again. As the dream came back out of my body, I was coming back to life. The guy was turned around, he had a pistol in his hand, and for some reason he couldn't find the clip for it. I look down at my feet and eye the used Mountain Dew can. It was like the last insult, really. You kill me, you're going to kill my friends, and then you drank my Mountain Dew.(But honestly I fight through hell for friends if I had to.) There were so many layers of anger on my face, it's really impossible to explain. But anyways, the guy is still looking for the clip to his gun, while I'm propping myself up with my sword.(Aren't I a badass? Just kidding) " So where were we before that little fucker interrupted us?" says the guy. He finds his clip and loads it. Then I said in the most Irish accent," Hey, you fat fuck." Naturally, the guy turns around and starts shooting at me. I start to charge at him with my sword and the bullets are hitting me. I run up to him, and he shoots in the head, and I chop his head and we both fall down. But I guess a bullet to the head isn't enough to kill me because an ambulance came and took all of us to hospital. During our transit to the hospital, Brittan was asking me questions like, Are you ok? Are you in pain? And then she says," You know, you didn't have to do what you did, Sam. Because I'm a badass." and then I said,"Well, if I had to do it all over again, I'd make the same choices as I did before." Upon arriving at the hospital, they put me in the ICU and let everyone sleep in there. And the following morning, I was released from the hospital and was walking perfectly. So that was my dream.
Aso. That's it for now.
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