I've joined the ranks of Downs Dreamers. It goes something like this:
I was in the cafeteria, having lunch with the ATMers (minus lmp, but more on that later). For some reason, they all looked just like people I go to school with, even the ones whose pics I've seen. We were all having a good time discussing plot lines when lmp walked in wearing a long black cape. He had turned into Anakron from the RPG and was yelling something about how we weren't working on his challenges and asking how we managed to escape Mordor and go to Philly without his permission. We all ran and hid under the tables. Then a food fight started and Anakron kept yelling at the food tossers to hit us with the french fries.
Then I woke up. Never did find out if the french fries hit us or not.
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People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.
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