Yep, its official. You are never coming to my house again.Ajax wrote:Dreaming last night- I think I was Robin Hood, strolling through a castle shooting pictures of armor and clothing (just the armor/clothing, no people in the pictures) with a crossbow, until the sheriff, I guess, started yelling orders. Then giant faeiries started chasing me on horseback. I ran out of bolts for the crossbow, so I took a pencil and started sharpening it. As I turned a corner, I decided to shoot the next thing that appeared in my way. Jimmy Carter stepped through a doorway in front of me and I shot him in the chest. I remember thinking, "he'll be alright- just lead poisoning..." then I woke up.
I'm sure everyone has weird dreams, but WTF? From commanding an army of were-buffalo to digging up the blue-smoking heads of chupacabras, and now shooting Jimmy Carter with a sharpened pencil from a crossbow; I just don't get it- No sense whatsoever.
I am Nico's Lumberjack, and I approve this message.Ajax wrote:I have dreams of beating up fat people and mythical creatures.
+1dusred wrote:Then you woke up and the bed was wet.
Because the rest of my dream made sense...charlieo wrote:Also you're a retard! You can't get lead poisoning from a pencil. Damn dream-you is dumb.
I think someone has crossbow envy.charlieo wrote:Also you're a retard! You can't get lead poisoning from a pencil. Damn dream-you is dumb.