I realized that I haven't posted a journal in a long time, so I decided to just write about a weird dream I had last night:

At first, I remember sitting in a bright theatre, as if I was watching some play or something. Then some guy in a top hat with a microphone announced that "the games" had begun and that I was first. The next thing I knew, I was wearing a roman style battle chestplate and boots. I didn't seem to care though. The man put his arm around me like we were old friends and annoucned that I'd be going to Sparta. I thought, "Oh cool! Just like the movie!" But then a woman with the body of a lion wearing black armor approached and announced that SHE was Sparta, my opponent.

Afraid to fight, much less to fight a lioness warrior, I wanted to back down, but by the way she took my hand, I felt like I had to, because I didn't want her to be angry with me. We entered an armory and she selected her weapons and helmet. I looked around, stalling for the time and hoping not to die.

I turned around and noticed that Sparta was weaing a necklace. It had huge diamonds and the center link was made to look like a lion's head. Somehow, don't ask me how, I knew that her mother gave it to her. When I told her this, she smiled and told me that she was glad to have met me. She told me that she did not want to fight me, and that we should try to escape together. I did as was told.

We ran through this dark corridor before arriving out onto a grassy hill, the sun was shining and I could hear the ocean. Sparta noticed I was dazing and told me to hurry. At the bottom of the hill, there was a train station. What it was doing there, I have no idea. We got on a train, but we sat on the engine because we had no money to pay for tickets. When the train left, it left all the cars behind and only the engine moved.

We started to talk for a few minutes until Sparta mentioned that today was her birthday. "Well, Happy Birthday, Sparta!" someone said. It was the train.

The train talked...yeah...

In the distance, Sparta and I noticed a tunnel. It was too long to see the end and it was too dark to see what was inside. As the train approached the tunnel, Sparta turned to me, held my hand and said, "I'll see you on the other side, friend." The train lurched into the tunnel, and things got dark. I no longer felt Sparta's hand. Upon realization that I was plumeting, I realized that I was awake in my room and the sun was beaming through the window.

How my brain formed this dream I do not know. I know not the significance of it, if any. I miss Sparta, though.

This dream could have been the product of not sleeping well for 3 days, watching Gladiator starring Russel Crowe while simulatenously using Microsoft Powerpoint for 8 hours straight, ingesting a large amount of oreos and orange juice, or all of the above. Anyway, just wanted a chance to write this down before I forgot it. It's one heck of a story in my own opinion. Might try to exploit it by writing about it in the future.

If anyone has a weird or creepy dream they'd like to share or talk about mine, you are more than welcome.

So tell me your dreams, please!

One-Winged-Wolf