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• I saw Sailor Moon.
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• Last Exile, Infinite Ryvius, Da Capo, Air, El Hazard, Rozen Maiden, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.
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Saturday, February 7, 2004
Movies.
Is the last art of sleeping late on Saturday lost? If it isn't my parents waking me up early, it is my ex. Just everyone shh, Ken wants to sleep for a few more hours.
Bah.
One thing is that I dislike about sleeping [the only thing] is that I don't remember the dreams I have- and when I do they are usually nightmares that leave an impact on my mind enough.
I don't really like dreaming. I guess I kind of prefer the normal blackness that I see for a few seconds.. but sometimes that blackness feels like it lasted for ages, and I know that I had some sort of dream that I either didn't want to remember or that I just couldn't remember.
I dunno. My last two dreams were Thursday night, they were weird. One of them, I was a soldier in WW2 Japan- like, in a scenario where we didn't drop the atomic bombs to force them to surrender. We invaded the mainland, and I was one of the common foot soldiers- sent to kill as many people as possible before I got killed.
The movements were kinda like a video game- almost flawless, but you can tell they were pre crafted. I was running at this Japanese civilian in a white shirt who was armed with a hefty flame thrower [It didn't look like a flame thrower- it was a seltzer bottle that apparently was good at spitting out flames]. So.. I was out of ammo and I knew that my enemy was distance, so I charged him. I was like within two feet of him. He kept running backwards, trying to get enough distance between us to where it the flames wouldn't singe his own skin.
Eventually i knew that I couldn't take him down by running at him, so I ran backwards- with him running backwards and me running backwards the distance between us became quite large. I ducked into an alley, trying to see if I had any buddies around- but all of them were in a neighboring part of town.
I was going to come out and surrender [best to fight another day than to never fight at all] when I woke up. So, I milled about in my bed for a bit before I drifted to sleep again.
In my next dream I was in an alleyway with a friend [someone I didn't know, I think]. The buildings around us had red brickwork and were dirty looking- like a bad part of town. Um, Spiderman attacked us. He strung up my friends with his webbing and was about to leave when I started cussing him out for doing that. I ran at him and got all webbed up too, and was drug off to a warehouse.
So, I somehow got free and was slinking through the warehouse- trying to get some sort of suprise on Spiderman, where ever he was.. I was still slinking around when I woke up.
Strange things.
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