Justin: In the Feast of Being Able to. Amen.

Last Night’s Dream

So there I am, minding my own business, walking along the base of a mountain inside of Battlefield 3. I guess no one else is on this server because it is peaceful.

Suddenly I hear music. It’s Michael Jackson. In fact, it’s Billy Jean.

I start singing along, then notice that there is something floating above me projecting the sound down. It is this plane, which I saw in this fake picture a few weeks ago:

I start singing along and I do a couple of dance moves (because you know I can).

The next thing I know, the plane is parked on the mountain and a woman is walking towards me. “Hey, I like your music,” she says. She draws near.
“I think you have me mistaken for someone else,” I reply, knowing she thought I was Janet Jackson.
And then she sees that I’m not Janet Jackson. “Oh, hi. Yeah, sorry, from above you looked like Janet Jackson.”
“Yeah, I could see someone thinking that with my dancing,” I reply. “I like your plane,” I tell her.
“Thanks, me, too.”
“That’s a WWII production of the 1930’s Kalinin, right?”
“Yes, it is,” she replies.

So we have dinner and then she invites me to fly the absurdly enormous imaginary concept plane. We are standing on the tip of the mountain holding it up above us like a big balloon when the dream ends.

It was a happy dream.

  • It was a happy dream. Of course…you had a date with a girl. Of her own free will even.

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