california dreaming.. on such a winter's daaaaaaaaay

had 2 dreams in one night a couple nights ago.

first:
a man with a gross fetish/desire to kill people, someone how got permission to kill death row inmates ("they're gonna die anyway.")
but just as we are ready to dismiss this psycho for the crazy arsehole that we thought he was, we somehow 'discover' (this is MY dream so i somehow sorta knew how it was going to end when it started.) that before he killed anyone, he would ask them if they had any regrets/last wishes etc, and would do his utmost to fulfill them.
so while the world curses and swears at the bugger, the people whom he helped (the family etc of the killed) would think that man a saint.
(hooray for anti-heroes!)

second:
the world is coming to an end. all the polar ice caps have melted and a world consuming tsunami is about to engulf us all. since we're all going to die anyway, i decided there would be no need for any of our belongings anymore. so i 'did what i always wanted to do', that is, to throw stuff out of my 24th storey window.
i got some people in on the act (don't remember who.. darn) and we started throwing stuff out the balcony and watched it fall to the ground. there were people already running in the opposite direction of the ocean and i remember thinking 'oh no, what if it hits someone?' then i thought, 'aiyah we're all gonna die anyway so who cares?!'
each time i went back into the house for more stuff to throw, i remember picking and choosing the stuff. 'maybe i shouldn't throw out that low-table.. and Mom really likes that horse statue so maybe not that either..' also noteworthy was that though the exterior view of the house is that of the one where i live now, the interior house is the one at Cairnhill where i used to stay, between the ages of about 6-17 years old.
and as i grabbed the last thing (before i woke up) and hurled it out into oblivion, i saw the thunderstorm in the distance and i thought, 'this is it, we're gonna die. I'M gonna die.'
and i thought about how it would be like to drown.
and i was scared.
and i didn't want to die.
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me thinks its because i'm about to lose my job at MTV.

"what's your goal in life?"

asked the banker.

"hmm... what's yours?" replied the garbage disposal man.

"first, i'm gonna earn a lot of money, then i'm going to open my own restaurant."

"i see... now that i think about it... i don't think i have a goal yet."

"hah! you can't be serious! you HAVE to have a goal. take me for example. i took this job coz it pays good. do i like this job? no. but who cares? its easy and all i have to do is mosey along for about 10 years before i can quit and do what i really want. the bottom line is: without a goal, you're not going anywhere."

"hmm.. you have a point. well, i don't have a goal. but i do know that the path that i'm on right now will lead me to my goal."

"but you don't even know what it is!"

"that's true. but its because i don't know, that i can better appreciate the present. that i MUST make my present better. after all, my present is connected to my future, and its there were i'll eventually find my goal, no matter what it may be." You have your sights set so far ahead you don't even see what's directly in front of you, and you're squandering it."

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inspired by REAL, a manga by Takehiko Inuoue

"hah! thats just an excuse losers like you make up for your lack of ambition!"
"i guess so..."

Vagabond

the lone Swordsman roamed the land in search of a greater challenge.

"to become the best in the world." he would goad himself when times were harsh.

"to be the greatest swordsman in the world." he would chant to fend off the cold.

"to have no equal." he meditated to stave off his hunger.

his journey was long and arduous.

and he would slay many men on his climb towards his dream.

after each victory he would think to himself, "i draw nearer to my goal."

looming over each new defeated opponent he would reassure himself, "soon my journey will end."

after many years of travel and having seen much death, the Swordsman was finally confronted by his most powerful, and final adversary.

"i have travelled long and hard to find you." breathed the Swordsman.

"and so have i travelled far and wide to find you." came the reply.

"after i slay you, i shall be the strongest swordsman in the world."

"after i win, i shall have no equal."

both men drew their swords and stood poised, ready to fight.

"in a few seconds my journey will end."

"with one stroke of my blade, this will all be over."

"goodbye.."

"farewell.."

the sky and the land was tainted red with the blood of the fallen as the roars of both men echoed into the distance.

"..Friend."

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inspired by Vagabond, Takehiko Inuoue