Linkzelda's Dream Journal

10/19/11

I believe everyone is watching some football game in my college. I walk up the stairs and see this old man watching the game on his computer. Now it reminded of that Hispanic restaurant called Los Nortenos I went to when my parents come over last weekend.



The guy was a cashier and was watching the Texas A&M vs. Baylor game.



Then for some reason I’m holding a revolver after watching randomness, like I saw some tennis player make a fault, and he thought he hit the opponent’s cap, but he did one more serve to win the match.



I heard some voice or some figure say that I should always at least have one barrel slot empty before the shooting the one with the bullet. I was holding the revolver in first-person mode, looking at the small crevices to practice in distinguishing whether or not a bullet was in it.




Then I believe I’m going to leave somewhere, and I had to find a paper with some things I had to say at some meeting in another place, but I’m not too sure.

I woke up and tried to do a WBTB, but I just said, “Eh, fuck it.”

No point in lucid dreaming for this week if I’m worried about this Biology midterm coming up.

And as for the Adult scene, it was dark and they were unce unce unce unce unce unce. That is all. :3