Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm currently in the state of being swamped by work again. Well at least there's another month to go for my internship. Yay.
Another weird dream occurred to me last night.
Not your average fantasy dream where you and your lover went to paradise or something.
I saw Borat, or I WAS Borat.Either or it's disturbing. So Borat here isn't any Kazakhstan reporter, but a Kazantzakis CIA agent or something.
There's a scene where he and his accomplice set up a trap in an alley, filling the whole place up with kerosene. The enemy came, Borat (or me) tried litting up the zippo for five minutes and then the enemies came. When all six of em' were in the alley, I dropped the lighter setting up the walls of the alleys on fire. Yes, just the walls itself. Somehow these bastards didn't got burnt and were clueless about what's happening.
I escaped and ran to the beach nearby, changing my outfit to fit into another disguise. If you're thinking what I'm thinking, yep, it's THAT outfit.
What happened after that, I couldn't remember much. Not that I want to in the first place.
Gosh it is INDEED one of the weirdest dream I've encountered.
Von's right, I need to setup a dream blog or something.
HIGH FIVEEE *in a whiny Borat voice*