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My mind apparently works in wonky enough ways without copious amounts of alcohol. (My intolerance for the stuff probably doesn't help any.)
Case in point, a dream I had last night that I can sum up in 3 words:
Samurai
vs.
Raptors.
More in-depth summary: A lone warrior bearing nothing but a kimono, sandals, coat, and a few feet of tempered, sharpened steel finds himself in the middle of a field surrounded by a trio of prehistoric predators. Without a hint of fear, he simply closes his eyes, puts hand on hilt, and waits for the first one to strike.
A few seconds later...Samurai 3, raptors 0. Katana sheathed, and he continues on his way...a fine point at which to wake up. Nice that I got to see one of these all the way through for once.
Case in point, a dream I had last night that I can sum up in 3 words:
Samurai
vs.
Raptors.
More in-depth summary: A lone warrior bearing nothing but a kimono, sandals, coat, and a few feet of tempered, sharpened steel finds himself in the middle of a field surrounded by a trio of prehistoric predators. Without a hint of fear, he simply closes his eyes, puts hand on hilt, and waits for the first one to strike.
A few seconds later...Samurai 3, raptors 0. Katana sheathed, and he continues on his way...a fine point at which to wake up. Nice that I got to see one of these all the way through for once.
