Oh ye gods, no!

I'm going back to school tomorrow. Because of that, don't expect me to update as frequently.

Well, 2009 is underway, and . . . I can't seem to think of anything to write again. Man, I hate writer's block. Well, uh, since I'm a member of tvtropes now, I've been going there a lot.

Actually, I will tell you one thing. My Evangelion fanfic? That was only part one.

*insert Shinji screaming maniacally*

In other news, throughout the years, I've had dreams at night. Most of my dreams don't make any sense whatsoever. However, I've had a few dreams that have classic moments. Let me tell you some of them.

1. During my early teen years, I had a dream where I was a tour guide. I was doing normal tour guiding, when all of a sudden, I blurted out loud, "HEY LOOK EVERYBODY! IT'S MEWTWO!" And to my right was a Mewtwo plushie. In the gift shop. All the tourists looked disappointed. I reluctantly admitted, "Wait, um, that's just a pokemon accessory."
2. One time, I had a dream that I was at a McDonald's. What's interesting is I saw myself from a third-person perspective. As in, the "camera" was not from my eyes, but from somewhere else. In this case, the "camera" was behind the cash register, looking at me. The manager asks to take my order. I say, "I'll have a quarter pounder with cheese, a large fry, and a medium coke." At that precise moment, someone jumps up from beneath the counter on my side and shouts, "AND I'LL HAVE ONE OF EVERYTHING!" Who could be so short as to have to jump up to the counter to order, yet have enough of an appetite to order one of everything? I knew the answer right away. "Kirby, is that you!? Well it's a small world after all!" Kirby and I sat down and had lunch. We talked about things. Kirb mentioned that someone made "A horrible anime about me." It was great.
3. A few years ago, I dreamt I was playing Megaman Legends 2. This was well after the PS1's reign was over, (I didn't own a copy of MML2 until 2005.) A friend of mine from school walks in and says, "What are you playing a PS1 game for? I thought you said the Playstation sucks!" I said, "I did. But for this game, I made an exception." The guy leaves. Then, my mind starts talking to me. My mind speaks in my own voice. It says, "You lied to him. You lied, because you didn't want him to know the real reason you're playing Megaman Legends 2. You didn't tell him that the real reason you're playing this game is because Tron Bonne is in it, and that, you love her. What's the matter? Are you scared of what would happen if he knew the truth?" I became startled, a la Norman Bates, hearing my own subconscious tear right through me like that. Yes, this is how I coped with my first crush on a fictitious character, peoples.
4. One time, I had a dream that played from a first-person perspective, as usual. I was trying not to fall into this open pit. Unfortunately, I did. When I hit the bottom, I set off some landmines. My body stopped moving. The last thing I heard? "Beep beep beep, beep beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep" *silence* (In case you don't get it, that's the sound you hear whenever you die in Half-Life.)
5. Getting back to my early teen years, I had a dream in my hometown. It was late at night. I was stargazing with a friend of mine. We look up, and we see something, moving. My friend says, "Hey look, a plane!" I look up, but it's definitely not a plane. I correct him, "That's not a plane; that's Superman." My friend says, "Oh. Well, what's he doing outside of Metropolis?" As my friend pondered this, the image became much more clear. I then knew what it really was, "Wait, that's not a plane, and it's not a superhero either! It's a bird!" The bird was now as clear as day. I shouted, "Why, it's Lugia!" And sure enough, the Pokebird of legend was soaring through the night sky, as brilliant as the Pleiades star cluster! It's a thing I'll remember forever.
6. And now for a revelation. (Although I kinda already mentioned this in a very early post, but now it's official.) Once, I dreamt about watching a tv show with two friends. The show went to a commercial. To pass the time, we all close our eyes and daydream. My two friends daydream about humping a chick with huge boobs. I daydreamed about being at an elegant ball, dressed in a black tuxedo. The live band began playing a waltz I like. I got up, and looked to see if anyone wanted to dance with me. I found someone, a young girl in a white dress. She had luscious black hair, beautiful black eyes, and such grace! We danced to the waltz . . . before the show came back on. That waltz I like? A variation of Eyes on Me. And that girl? Rinoa Heartilly. From Final Fantasy VIII. One of the few fictional girls that's not anime-esque that I have a crush on. WHAT!? She's the prettiest video game girl I've ever seen, to this day! Not to mention Insanely Cute.
7. A few ago, I had a dream. In the dream, I had a vision. In the vision, I saw the comeback of one of my favorite tv shows of all time. I wake up (in the dream, mind you. I didn't wake up in the real world just yet.), ecstatic! I run to all of my friends, and I tell them, "Rejoice! I have had a vision of good fortune!" And my friends asked what did I see. I tell them, "I saw . . . a fifth season . . . of Futurama!" They gasp and say, "NOOOOOO!" But I say, "Oh my yes! I saw them: Fry, Leela, Bender, Professor Farnsworth, in footage that I've never seen in the show. Then I realized, it's all footage that hasn't been made, YET!" And a few years later, the movies materialized. A bit of truth in that one.

And one last dream, this one is from late last year. I'm a tour guide again. What am I touring for tourists? The center of the universe, Tokyo. It gets to the end of the tour. The "camera" is looking at me presenting in front of the tourists. I issue a disclaimer, similar to the one I wrote in this blog a few months ago. I say something to the effect of, "So as you can see, for all of its marvels, Japan's capitol is, surprisingly down to Earth. Aside from having cooler vending machines, and better prizes in the crane catching games, Japan is not really a whole lot different from most other industrialized nations. There's no ninjas training to become a master, no Pokey Mans to collect, no demon-like creatures trying to take over the city, no high school kids with supernatural powers, no little girls with cute dresses and magical powers, no giant robots that are sentient when not piloted, no aliens, no time travelers, no espers, no gods of death," Right as I said, "No aliens, no time travelers, no espers." a number of high school kids went by. The kids were across the street from where I was. There were five kids. One of them, a girl, shouted something like, "Come on! Why are you all moving so slowly!? We have so much more to do!" Another student, a boy, said in protest, "Give us a break! Our legs are tired! How can you expect us to keep up with you!?" Another girl in the group said, "Um, if it's not too much to ask, may we take a break somewhere?" The first girl pouted and said, "Okay, fine! We'll stop at a cafe, but then afterwards, I expect every one of you to not lag, or else they'll be a penalty!" A second boy said with a smile, "That sounds like a terrific idea, Fearless Leader!" The last member, a girl, said nothing, for she was reading a book the whole time. I continued on with my own speech. And remember, this whole time, the "camera" was looking at me delivering a speech, with some high school kids walking by farther back in the background. The kids all wore arm bands that read, "SOS Brigade." Oddly enough, they all spoke in perfect English. Then again, you can only dream in languages you can understand . . . (What were they doing in Tokyo? That's what I wanna know.)