So like...I had a rather strange dream last night.
What 'starred' in my dream this time was Haikyuu.
I forgot what happened in the beginning, but from what I remember now, I was playing volleyball with Hinata and Kageyama.
Apparently me and Hinata did some pretty shitty serves and receives that royally pissed off Kageyama so me and Hinata went back and sat against the wall sulking.
Kageyama said something so when I turned to look at him, I saw him leaning close to me, and his face changed to Reika. ******** Reika cosplaying as Kageyama. And kissed me. She ******** kissed me. Reika, mah beautiful goddess-like idol, kissed me. And it felt so real too. Like...dafuq.
My dream shifted a couple of times but I don't remember much.
I remember walking up a snow slope in a cave and Robin from One Piece was there.
I remember sitting in a temple eating rice, scrambled eggs, and chicken while old people gossiped around me. Brings me back to the time where my family frequented temples a lot because of my grandparents.
At those temples, while almost everyone was a stranger, I never felt out of place. Even if children were not by their parents side, when lunch rolls around, you can expect some adult to see you and give you some food and refreshments. And when getting food ready for the monks, random people would ask you for help to carry stuff and whatnot. And as a kid, you wouldn't refuse. Because we were taught to treat adults with respect. At the temples, if someone told me to eat, I ate. If someone told me to help out, I helped out. Not to mention it was a temple. Nothing bad would happen there. There was just that...that unspoken trust.
If I were to be dragged to temple again, I don't think I would mind. Experiencing something like that...I never hated it. I can almost smell the scent of the incense that was always present in those temples.
...Okie. Enough ranting.
AND MAH MOUSE IS DYING. WORK DAMN IT.
What 'starred' in my dream this time was Haikyuu.
I forgot what happened in the beginning, but from what I remember now, I was playing volleyball with Hinata and Kageyama.
Apparently me and Hinata did some pretty shitty serves and receives that royally pissed off Kageyama so me and Hinata went back and sat against the wall sulking.
Kageyama said something so when I turned to look at him, I saw him leaning close to me, and his face changed to Reika. ******** Reika cosplaying as Kageyama. And kissed me. She ******** kissed me. Reika, mah beautiful goddess-like idol, kissed me. And it felt so real too. Like...dafuq.
My dream shifted a couple of times but I don't remember much.
I remember walking up a snow slope in a cave and Robin from One Piece was there.
I remember sitting in a temple eating rice, scrambled eggs, and chicken while old people gossiped around me. Brings me back to the time where my family frequented temples a lot because of my grandparents.
At those temples, while almost everyone was a stranger, I never felt out of place. Even if children were not by their parents side, when lunch rolls around, you can expect some adult to see you and give you some food and refreshments. And when getting food ready for the monks, random people would ask you for help to carry stuff and whatnot. And as a kid, you wouldn't refuse. Because we were taught to treat adults with respect. At the temples, if someone told me to eat, I ate. If someone told me to help out, I helped out. Not to mention it was a temple. Nothing bad would happen there. There was just that...that unspoken trust.
If I were to be dragged to temple again, I don't think I would mind. Experiencing something like that...I never hated it. I can almost smell the scent of the incense that was always present in those temples.
...Okie. Enough ranting.
AND MAH MOUSE IS DYING. WORK DAMN IT.
