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Friday, 02 December 2005

Inspired by the shower of Evangelion last night, I have a dream about nuclear explosions.

In the dream, some guy of an evil organization was threatening the world with some kind of nuclear device that looked like a bunch of black bars sticking out of the ground. At first I decided to play around by "saving my game" and then shooting the nuclear device with a sniper rifle to make the nuclear explosions occur. You know, it didn't hurt to be blown up all that much.

Eventually I decided to save the day with a friend of mine. We charged into the evil man's building and did a search for the nuclear device. Although halfway through I found a fake which was like the original except that light bulbs were attached to the top for no reason at all. But the real device was just ahead. Surprising the evil man was gone. I found the device and called my friend to come over. While he was trying to disarm it, some woman nearby woke up and I tried to wrestle with her to stop setting off the device. I failed to do this, but it turned out she was only there to help us disarm it.

My friend tried to disarm the bomb by entering many passwords and we only had two minutes left. The woman seemed to be very sad and said that he would never make it on time. I told her that he certainly would, and sure enough he did. It became a happy day at that point.

Then I woke up to the sound of extremely heavy rain. 

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