Well, darn, who would've thought stretched and framed canvasses were sold for so cheap in 'Nam? I mean, 70thou for 68x60?! That's... that's shocking, it is! Saigon comes through for me once again. :)
And it's nice to know that khanhche and nishika are comfortable enough with me to lean on my shoulder. :)

During the weekend, I had two strange dreams. Their undead content would almost lead me to classify them nightmares, but they weren't really... the run-away-screaming-and-crying kind of nightmares I'm accustomed to.

In the first one, humanity had somehow been reduced to living in energy-domed cities, outside of which zombies roamed. The person I was in seemed like a very cheeky person, sneaking in and out of the domes at her whim, wandering around the city ruins.
So at one point, I heard crying, and, going to investigate the disturbance, found a baby nestled in straw in a box of some sort, wailing it's head off. Then this oldish man startled me, and started telling me how he had somehow managed to raise the baby and his 'kids' up outside of a dome. Cue gesturing to a whole bunch of kids of differing ages, all with zombie eyes.
So at first I'm sympathetic. I find him heroic. Then, for some reason, he attempts to sexually assault me, grabbing my wrists and pushing me down with a mad glint in his eye and crazy mutterings on his lips. But then, using my trusty pipboy 3000-esque arm device, I shoo him away with a blast to the chest, and run off.

Then I woke up, and it was eight in the morning, and I still felt like sleeping. So I lay back down, and...

The second dream was slightly different. This one seemed to predate the first one, and I was myself in it. The details of this one have mostly eluded me, save for the fact that the city was quarantined, and my family and I had escaped, but on some traintracks, I told my mother I had to go back (while my sister was standing there a short distance away). And I told them it wasn't safe to return home (which was an apartment in the countryside), since the zombies would be trawling there next. Then I snuck back into the city, and that's all I remember.

First, let me point out how unusual this is. I mean, I have dreams all the time that I want to record, but I seldom remember them for long after I get out of bed. So why is it these two are so vivid? Even now, three to four days after the actual dreaming, I can recall little details and scenes here and there.
So I decided to make use of the dreams! I am currently in the storyboard stages of depicting the first dream in a comic, and though I know I have a horrible track record with finishing stuff, I do believe this time will be different. This dream is way too interesting not to be shared!

Y'know, it really annoys me that Felix cut the strings of the school's guitar that I left in the common room and now can't be bothered to replace them. Like wtp dude, if you're going to ruin something, ruin your own stuff! The school only has, what, 4 guitars, and the one whose strings you cut was one of the less lousy ones.
Let's hope this comes back and bites him in the ass one day. :)