To sleep, perchance to dream.

[bladespark]

So I was awoken this morning earlier than I usually get up by the ringing of my cell phone. It turned out to be for my Dad, as he used to have that phone a few months ago before he got a new one and gave it to me. I was annoyed because I was having a really good dream, but I can't remember anything about it, only that it was really good. I almost never remember my dreams, though I do recall bits and pieces. I had one the other day with Cajun in it, only he was sort of amorphous, and I couldn't get a clear look at him. Probably because I've never met him in real life. There was something about a giant Siamese Fighting Fish that I had to get food for, and some of it took place in Wal-mart, I remember that much. But usually the dreams I recall are not related to reality in any way. I'm not even me in them. I've even had a few really weird dreams where I was a guy. And I'm not even going to go into what was going on in the weirdest and most warped dream I ever had. I don't think I want the world to know how twisted my mind can get. Though since I came out 95% pure on the purity test I can't be too twisted.

Speaking of twisted, at the Halo tournament the other night we got talking about how people mistake song lyrics. (If you've ever been to www.kissthisguy.com you know what I mean) and how they sometimes come out really warped. You know you're listening to a song and you suddenly think, "Wait a minute, he couldn't have said what I thought he said!" And come to find out he didn't, but every time you hear the song, you still think of the warped lyrics...

I think being around #crfh'ers is warping my mind...

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[cajunfox.livejournal.com]

hehe i have one of those siamese fighting fishes as a pet :P
A Beta i beleive they are called..
though he has plenty of food :P