Some weird shit went down in my dreams last night.
First of all, I was some kind of organizer of a card game, and I just did the world championships and was in the process of getting the results. The computer broke, so I called someone to come over and fix it ASAP. Before that could happen, a riot broke out, and somehow it came to my knowledge that this game’s player base mostly consisted of WF members and wrestlers.
The loudest complainer was really pissed, called me names and was very self righteous, the crowd was behind him and I felt in my guts that it’s Tyrion Lannister – I was about to throw a chair in his face, but the crowd’s response to me announcing it was him was a loud ovation, and as I found out, it was his birthday, and everyone started chanting „LANNISTER! LANNISTER!”. Just then I realized that he’s actually Mr. Kennedy or Anderson or whatever the fuck you want to call him, and I marked out.
People were slowly getting bored of waiting, and coerced me into a wrestling contest with Mark Henry, but I was too strong for him (when I stood my ground, he couldn’t even move me), so he challenged me to a card-eating contest, which he promptly won, then gave me a bear hug.
After that, I figured – what the heck, I could put on a show for these fuckers – just then, the door opened, and Rudolph the reindeer came in and started giving birth to all the divas, who were miraculously willing to give blowjobs and have sex with everyone. I ended up with Trish, who revealed that she’s also on the forums under the nickname LadyCroft
Suddenly a reverse vacuum or some shit (wormhole, I guess) threw two people through the window into the venue, they fixed the computer, and we got the results – Evolution was third, Tyrion got second place and somehow, I won – when I announced it, all the divas turned into werewolves and started maiming everyone – that’s when I woke up, next to my crush (after 1,5 years... FINALLY).
Lesson of the story : I will never, in my life, EVER drink cinnamon-absinthe again.
p.s.: All this happened in about six hours, and for some reason, I remember my dream crystal clearly.