Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I dreamt that I went out on a date with a girl I liked, but she left before I could kiss her goodbye. On a cab on the way home, I passed by this location which looked very much like the RPG game she was writing, and I became an Indian female commander whose life was saved by a Chinese prince by a kiss. We were at the altar about to go through the wedding ceremony, but the people all around us looked quite disapproved with our marriage because of our races.
Why? Why do I keep dreaming?
Why? Why do I keep dreaming?