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 I just dreamt a narrative on Basch winning a campaign, coming to a fortress and getting a girl pregnant. Posting what I can remember for the laughs:

Basch struggled in to the bedroom with filth in his cuts. "Oh no." The chambermaid said in horror. (change in person.)

I looked at her, wanting her name. i expected it to be cool and Canadian: a name with suede on. It was Strimmer. (person change)

Basch had a koaukoau - in the dream is something pronounced like strimmer, but a war weapon - in the back of his car.

(person change) I pulled her down into the sheets with me; she got in the family way. even now people on the streets won't look at her, but she still emails me about my son. (the emails, strangely, had the WWF panda as a mail heading.) Today I am going to fight the war. Tomorrow I am not coming back. 

THE END

I don't know.... but then again this beats the time I had a dream completely in french with English subtitles.

Purposeful, in your weekly disguise Surrendering to arms, fixing up those seeded eyes.

 New Years in 40 minutes guys, so happy new year. I'm about to pass out as my alcohol tolerance has mysteriously dropped from four rum and cokes gets me tipsy to one an a half has made me woozy. Possibly as I have only eaten a piece of cheese, some celery and a bit of a plain baguette today *shrugs* 

Also: read Neil Gaiman when you're heavily tipsy. It is a bit like licking the mind of a god.

I don't make resolutions but i do make goals:

1. Pass this University year. Probability: probable.
2. Try and attain a meaningful relationship with someone. Probability: doubtful.
3. Buy a ps3. Possibility: Likely.

More when I think of them. Enjoy the magic, guys :D