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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I've been dreaming weird dreams.
I've encountered weird people.
Especially on the trains.

Just today, this weird dream I had.

Alright, the setting was in a Counter Strike game map.
Particularly, de_dust.
And yeah, I was on the Counter-Terrorist (CT) side.

Here it goes.

I was running around shooting terrorists.
However, I didn't know that they, as in the terrorists could summon robots and machines.
And this did not deter the CTs as we could order a platoon of soldiers to help us out.
And yes, I did throw out some good moves.

Yeah, I know, the kind of size I have now would forbid me from doing all those stunts that I've done in the "game-dream" but oh well.

And soon after, Denise, from the SDZ club in my school, was in the Terrorists side.
Apparently, she had her own platoon of herselves!
I was like, "WTF!"

Alright guys, imagine this happening in your dream.
LOL.

So, soon, knowing I knew Denise myself, we spoke to each other and then...
One of her clones gave me a peck on the cheek.
My head went bonkers and it just hit the roof.

COOOOOOOOOLLL or what..










DARN.
I had a weird dream.

7:47 PM




Love.
Hello there.
Aiman
Mua.
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