Last night I had a dream; a nightmare if you must. Let me try to explain the basics; (even though they don't make sense and would probably be better if I never mentioned details but what the hell) I am apart of the Canadian Air Force advance reconisance space team. We are scouting a new planet. One thick with gases and flamible liquids. Well, someone is playing with matches. I start to run when I see this. Unfortunately, Trish did not. I didn't even know Trish was in my dream until this point. She, and the rest of my team, was engulfed in flames. She began screaming like I have never heard anyone scream before. I reached for my hip, but alas, my side arm wasn't there. I couldn't take the screaming! It was eating away at my sanity. So I woke up. I never wake up. That is how bad it tore me apart. When I fell back asleep, it was as a commando to avenge the death of my entire team. Then it was much like Halo. I have been thinking about Trish a lot. I can't seem to get her out of my head. As saddened by her "Imagined" death as I was, I have to wonder; am I mad at her?
Name: RicoAnthony
Bday: January 3
~~My Favorites~~
Book: Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Movie: What Dreams May Come
Food: Prime Rib
Drink: Mirror Pond Pale Ale
Pastimes: Sleeping
People: Anyone friendly
Celebrity: Mandy Moore
~~My Detests~~
Book: The Jungle
Movie: Any of the brat pack movies
Food: seafood
Drink: Jeager or Energy Drinks
Pastimes: Infedelity
People: The ignorant, the stupid, and especially the stupid in power! Oh and those who chew with their mouths open!
Celebrity: Seinfield
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