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ghostdriveOh hey Turkey episode of Bizarre Worlds with Andrew Zimmern, thanks for influencing my dream in the weirdest of ways last night. :\
Not only were those whistling, Turkish old ladies featured in it, they were also bodybuilders in disguise. Like, they looked all normal at first with their head scarves and long dresses, but then--Whoosh!--off came the dresses and out came the big guns. Their muscles were soooo freakishly big, bigger than any female bodybuilder I've ever seen.
They were also out to kill me for some reason, and only Law & Order: Criminal Intent's Detective Wheeler could help me. Except she wasn't much help once one of the old ladies snuck into her home (which was also my home, coincidentally) at night and football spiked a pig on her. WTF. After that I went into hiding. . . underneath my own home. -_- There was a sea turtle there and I took it upon myself to keep it hydrated with a water hose. It didn't appreciate my actions.
And then, in a scene that has become pretty typical for my dreams, I tried to post about it my livejournal. (Yeah, I'm obsessed with lj.) Although the words that I typed out were not the same as what appeared on my laptop screen. Pretty much just a bunch of 'BUSTAH WOLF!' and 'FAIYA-KEEK!' and 'AHH YOU OKAY?' and whatever other phrases Terry Bogard and company shout out in the Fatal Fury/Mark of the Wolves games strung out together.
The dream would have continued on, but then a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses rang our doorbell.
Shit, talking about my dreams makes me sound so crazy.
Not only were those whistling, Turkish old ladies featured in it, they were also bodybuilders in disguise. Like, they looked all normal at first with their head scarves and long dresses, but then--Whoosh!--off came the dresses and out came the big guns. Their muscles were soooo freakishly big, bigger than any female bodybuilder I've ever seen.
They were also out to kill me for some reason, and only Law & Order: Criminal Intent's Detective Wheeler could help me. Except she wasn't much help once one of the old ladies snuck into her home (which was also my home, coincidentally) at night and football spiked a pig on her. WTF. After that I went into hiding. . . underneath my own home. -_- There was a sea turtle there and I took it upon myself to keep it hydrated with a water hose. It didn't appreciate my actions.
And then, in a scene that has become pretty typical for my dreams, I tried to post about it my livejournal. (Yeah, I'm obsessed with lj.) Although the words that I typed out were not the same as what appeared on my laptop screen. Pretty much just a bunch of 'BUSTAH WOLF!' and 'FAIYA-KEEK!' and 'AHH YOU OKAY?' and whatever other phrases Terry Bogard and company shout out in the Fatal Fury/Mark of the Wolves games strung out together.
The dream would have continued on, but then a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses rang our doorbell.
Shit, talking about my dreams makes me sound so crazy.
