Holy crap, my dream was crazy awesome, strange, and yeah. Though, slightly irritated in that I rarely ever dream about anime characters and this one involves someone from an anime I've never even seen! Anyway. . .

The world is very different. Takes place sometime in the future.

So it starts out with me at this gas station. Getting gas for this vehicle I am driving. I head into the gas station to try and buy a bottle of water. As I am paying for it, I see this guy come in side. Shady looking character, has a mustache, but seems fine. He tries talking to me some and asks if I will help him with something. I agree and tell him I will wait outside for him. He nods.

I go outside and I am waiting at this little grassy area. I see another car pull up and a similar looking guy gets out of the car, heads inside, and I can see him talking to the guy I am waiting on. They point at me, nod at each other, then walk out together. I start to head over, but then they pull out these two hand guns and aim for me.

I take off running. They are shooting at me and following. I'm not scared, more of "Oh shit oh shit oh shit." type of feeling. I am heading down this long street, passing some people. I see a weird building up a head. Shaped funny, sharp edges, lots of windows, and there is a crying woman standing outside the main entrance. She has a round face, freckles, and round glasses. I get up to her, grab her by the arm, and say "Get inside!"

I head in through the first door and the strangest thing happens. The whole building lurches and it feels like it sunk into the ground several feet. The girl and I fall down and I look up. I can see inside to the lobby area of the building. Everywhere, the ceiling was coming down as if to press or crush us. But it is coming down in different sections at different speeds. ( Continue )

As seen on a comment at Fandom Secrets:

"I think I can write better stories than Capcom" is kind of like saying "I think I can run faster than a one legged dog".

Sorry, but I LOLed for reals.

Have the courtesy of treating me like one.

I called my parents earlier, got no answer, left a message. I need to talk to my dad and knowing he has to go to bed at around 9pm, I called at 8:30. My mother answers and doesn't exactly sound pleased to hear me.

I ignore it. ( I asked how she was and she said fine. ) And so since she didn't seem to be in the mood for small talk I cut to the chase,

"Can I talk to dad?"

She says, "Hold on." She holds the phone away from her and I hear her ask, "Do you want to talk to Meagan?" I hear my dad answer, but I can't make it out.

"He's sleeping."

Fuck you.

If you're busy, simply don't want to talk, or whatever. . .just say so. "He can't talk right now." "He's a bit busy." "Now is not a good time." Are all acceptable.

But being told "He's sleeping" when he obviously isn't? I don't exactly appreciate that.

Explaining more about what is really bothering me and that what happened in my previous post just made hurt worse.

I didn't talk to my parents on my Birthday. The one time my mother called me on Friday ( my birthday ) I was in the middle of something. She said she would call back and never did.

And they didn't call Saturday. Or Sunday either. Which I really thought the would call me Sunday.

So when I called the first time this evening, even though I had a purpose to call, I was hoping to. . .I don't know. Talk a little? Tell them what I actually did for my birthday, how I got flowers from John, just something.

My birthday weekend was awesome. It really was. I still stop and look at my flowers. It's also why I didn't mention any of this until now. It honestly wasn't bothering me until I was trying to fall asleep a moment ago and couldn't stop thinking about the phone calls tonight.

You would also think that after 25 years, I would be use to my mother disappointing me on my birthday.

But I am hurting right now.