Apparently I have no need to celebrate St. Patrick's Day in the "traditional" fashion.
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.