There's nothing here.
Life is but a play, and all the people in it, actors.
Of dreams and... dreams.
Well I just had an epic dream.
It was basically alot of KICKING THE ASSES OF THE MASSES.
All sorts of thousands of people were stuck in one huge building that looked like a stadium, and the whole point I guess was kicking everyone else's a**. And since it was my dream = I was winning. Winning fun.
And I was JUST about to run into the other super-a**-kicking guy that had been in there somewhere but guess what? Oh yes. Someone decided to wake me up.
"Brian? Hey, Brian? Are you okay?" Because i've been sleeping and having this dream all evening. Like... what, 12 hours? b***h woke me up. No, i'm not okay. I'm still sick. Not feeling good. Having nice fun asskick dream. Now i'm just awake and sick and that sucks. >:C