<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:48:33.363+11:00</updated><category term='karen'/><category term='thien'/><category term='twig'/><category term='paul'/><title type='text'>dreamcatcher</title><subtitle type='html'>inspired by thien's scattered mind "B-grade movie induced" dreams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6607582016796824058</id><published>2011-11-26T11:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:42:27.451+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Broken hearted work colleague and Japanese tennis with Clara C!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The start of the dream I was in bed, sleeping in. I was woken up by my workmate causing a ruckus, crying and her team were comforting her or telling her to harden the fuck up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She ran out of the room crying, being chased by some team members. She came back and sat beside my bed. I asked her what was wrong and she cried, saying her boyfriend cheated on her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I said some stuff to comfort her and it seemed to work. She calmed down but then tried to kiss me. I dodged it but she licked my face instead, saying &amp;quot;C'mon, you know you want it&amp;quot; (she's not a bad looker either!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Stop it, I'm getting married soon!&amp;quot;. I turned around and tried to sleep again. She gave up and just laid there in bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mum came in the room and told me to get ready, then got shocked that I had my workmate in bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next scene I was playing tennis with Jocelyn, IN JAPAN!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All the players had a big contestant name tag and the tennis visor. I looked around and there was some cute girl with &amp;quot;Talk to me in Polish!&amp;quot; scribbled under her name tag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Polish guy took up the challenge and spoke to her. She was a bit confused but replied slowly and politely. I took a look at her name tag and it said &amp;quot;Clara C&amp;quot;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Only a week to go until her concert! Woo~!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6607582016796824058?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6607582016796824058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6607582016796824058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6607582016796824058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6607582016796824058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/11/broken-hearted-work-colleague-and.html' title='Broken hearted work colleague and Japanese tennis with Clara C!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1433187337705522197</id><published>2011-10-10T15:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:09:50.853+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>obviously a sign for to register for the kilimanjaro adventure challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hoooo i had an wicked dream last night that first involved me intiially being a detective following a serial killer that left clues at each of the crime scene which ended up forming the shape of the butterfly. we tracked him down to a hospital where his next victim was and end up chasing him through the corridors. however when we caught up with him, instead of arresting him, he ends up converting some of my fellow detectives over his side! at this point my subconsious decides to hightail it out of this situation and it switches to me getting at a meeting checkpoint for a safari tour. we were given an option of taking a train to the next point or hike there. naturally i opt for the hike and so we set off on our little expedition armed with nothing more than a map and a compass. since we were allowed to walk, i figured this hike should be relatively safe, it so wasnt! first we had to maneouver ourselves around a few unfriendly rhinos then came across a pack of lions. unfortunately i didnt escape this encounter unscathed with some very deep claw marks across my chest and back =\ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;this was obviously a sign for to register for the kilimanjaro adventure challenge! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kilimanjaro-man.com/"&gt;http://kilimanjaro-man.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;who's with me?!?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1433187337705522197?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1433187337705522197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1433187337705522197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1433187337705522197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1433187337705522197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/10/obviously-sign-for-to-register-for.html' title='obviously a sign for to register for the kilimanjaro adventure challenge!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7310911402511096942</id><published>2011-10-08T01:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:04:47.223+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Doritos doritos DORITOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Having the flu gives you all sorts of weird dreams, but this one is pretty funny.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Started off with my dad and I driving and stopping by a 7/11 because I saw a massive shelf full of Doritos on special.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My dad started filling up a shopping bag full of Doritos but I noticed it wasn't THAT much cheaper, so he only grabbed two. I saw someone leave a jar of dip on the shelf and asked my dad if he wanted some mexicana dip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He did, so we started wandering around for some. The 7/11 was HUGE and looked like a supermarket with us somehow ending up in the butchery section.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the counter, I asked the person where the dip was. They said they didn't sell any, which was weird because I just saw some. Anyway, wasn't bothered and just wanting to leave, I looked for my dad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found him, chatting to a guy called Sam Wong who I went tutoring with. &amp;quot;Hey! How do you know Sam?&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;Oh, he's my friend's son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Weird thing was, my dad was dressed up in some Doritos orange alien costume with a coat-hanger antennae.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UbOnUX9kw2I/TpBmKNmSnVI/AAAAAAAABbc/iOHJf4YxRAU/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E_AkJ8IGZfU/TpBmLwrbMlI/AAAAAAAABbg/QcBDZLyFBgY/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I went to pay, my dad was outside lined up like soldiers with other Dorito outfit guys learning some funky Japanese dance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0COjGRNklnY/TpBmNMW71wI/AAAAAAAABbk/RvLppiegVNI/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="170" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kVhSaf5nPyQ/TpBmOS3GutI/AAAAAAAABbo/GTgIxoD-Mf0/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What... the... fuck...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I spotted something across the road. It was like a room full of food for some special event. Sure, that looked pretty good compared to the weirdos in orange alien outfits dancing outside 7/11.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tEWQQm06RPs/TpBmXsjQ1WI/AAAAAAAABbs/AaH0nBHcvqI/s1600-h/image%25255B8%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0S5gDgeiWuw/TpBmYc7i1pI/AAAAAAAABbw/4HnHzX6NAjo/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The room had those fake white rome pillars and blue walls. Lined up with Thien, Vania and Elisa to get some food. There were quite a few giant silver platters of food to choose from. Fried chicken wings on salad, spring rolls, lots of glutinous rice balls cut in half with various flavours!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NLAlllcPSFE/TpBmevTiVEI/AAAAAAAABb0/DniWy2__Di0/s1600-h/image%25255B15%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-67sUCioL8Hw/TpBmf0-azDI/AAAAAAAABb4/Nupd1Ov1CoE/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HW_bhLVZmAI/TpBmiLajfCI/AAAAAAAABb8/ITMP-tjYoR4/s1600-h/image%25255B16%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MDbeFA7fFCw/TpBmjWkP3tI/AAAAAAAABcA/14HiKaqWQ34/image_thumb%25255B6%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;I love these things! Was probably drooling in my sleep ...&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There were the usual white ones filled with custard, green ones with pandan flavour and then black ones... with reddish filling which probably meant it was sesame flavour with red bean filling. I took pandan and custard. Screw the red bean!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It took me a moment to figure out, but the room felt floaty and weightless. That was because the room was inside an ancient monument that had sunken below sea level.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was latched to something, barely hanging on. If the strap were to snap the room would sink to the bottom of the ocean. I woke up just as it snapped, craving for Dortios and custard glutinous rice balls!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7310911402511096942?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7310911402511096942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7310911402511096942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7310911402511096942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7310911402511096942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/10/doritos-doritos-doritos.html' title='Doritos doritos DORITOS!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E_AkJ8IGZfU/TpBmLwrbMlI/AAAAAAAABbg/QcBDZLyFBgY/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5215923426453680850</id><published>2011-09-20T18:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:09:49.703+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Creepy swamp carnival abduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was some funnier random bits to the dream before this part but I can't remember them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I were with a couple of my friends, including Jocelyn, Graham and Lum. Not quite sure who else. We were walking around some national park and it looked like a scene from Yogi bear or something but swampier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then there was a path that had a big &amp;quot;CARNIVAL&amp;quot; banner over our heads, cutting across a swamp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WYU3WdQC44U/TpviwoWLXMI/AAAAAAAABfU/x4-HoibtLxY/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kAQ7k_f6afA/Tpviy4wrQyI/AAAAAAAABfc/zGsXRcwMCCM/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyone thought nothing of it and walked along the path. &amp;quot;Sure why not? It'll be fun&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jocelyn said she had to go toilet, so we wandered off into the first tent while she waddled to find a toilet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looking around the tent, all I found was all old stuff. Most of it was kinda dusty and browned from being out in the open too long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The ground was like the Chinese New Year festival on a rainy day, so a bit mushy but still solid enough to walk on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found something cool in the tent and wanted to show Jocelyn. Wondering where she was, I pulled out my trusty Nokia 6300 phone and called her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It rung twice, then as it picked up I heard a REALLY LOUD shriek!It sounded a painful ghostly or banshee like scream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although the voice was female I knew it wasn't her because her voice is a higher pitch than that. The sound rung in my right ear so loud it woke me up!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That sound had me freaked out though, coz I &amp;quot;knew&amp;quot; it was from her number.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5215923426453680850?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5215923426453680850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5215923426453680850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5215923426453680850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5215923426453680850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/09/creepy-swamp-carnival-abduction.html' title='Creepy swamp carnival abduction'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kAQ7k_f6afA/Tpviy4wrQyI/AAAAAAAABfc/zGsXRcwMCCM/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7518055725388394054</id><published>2011-09-14T08:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:34:13.521+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>I'M ON A BOAT, closing windows and producing with Robert Downey Jnr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream started off at Darling Harbour, where I was with a Jocelyn's uni friends waiting for a boat. Kenneth was taking photos while we waited.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The boat arrived and we got on. The rain started to pour and it came through the windows of the board. I pulled a few people away from the windows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The walls were made of brick and it became the music class at school. There were heaps of kids lined up around the room, waiting to be chosen for class, easily more than 30 kids.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I noticed a lot of them were muslim kids with a burka. Le sigh, my area turned into another lebbo area.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rain started coming in through the big classroom windows again. Why isn't anyone doing something about it?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I started going around closing them up, climbing on tables because some of the windows were really tall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the big windows were stuck open and I tried to close it. The kids were telling me it was impossible to close, just leave it alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I moved the curtain away and it stopped jamming the window. Closed it easily and they shut up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the scene completely changed, guess I partially woke up or something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I felt I was a movie about 2 producers having a chit chat, Robert Downey Jr and some old guy I don't know the name of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RDJ called up the old guy saying &amp;quot;You ok there? Your movies don't seem up to scratch anymore. Come over and we'll talk.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His house/office was like an antique store filled with random items with a magical air to it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The old guy arrived, amazed by the things around him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They started chatting, RDJ saying that &amp;quot;your comedy movies are great, but when you do action they totally suck&amp;quot;. The scene flicked over to see Sylvester Stallone getting punched in the face by a boxing glove but having no reaction to it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then RDJ shows the old guy a plastic medical model of a naked man. The old guy looks at it and gets all worked up, &amp;quot;WHY DO YOU HAVE A NAKED SCIENCE MODEL OF ME!?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RDJ replies &amp;quot;Relax, it's not you...&amp;quot; and continues to talk. He explained the various areas on the model, highlighted in reds and blues, indicating bloody flow and creative areas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The model opens up from the middle to show the insides at a vertical slice too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If he was to become a better producer, he had to exercise those regions. RDJ suggested he do a lap of the University of Sydney park. The scene zoomed out to a birds eye view of the map, with a little blinking dot indicating where the old guy was running.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can't remember much after that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7518055725388394054?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7518055725388394054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7518055725388394054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7518055725388394054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7518055725388394054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-on-boat-closing-windows-and-producing.html' title='I&amp;#39;M ON A BOAT, closing windows and producing with Robert Downey Jnr'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1257699657324591466</id><published>2011-09-10T08:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:33:47.255+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>A calm city invasion with a hardcore gamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It started off somewhere in my office at North Sydney, but the office was a split level office with HUGE windows facing out towards the city and harbour, sorta like inside the Tony Stark building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, we could see buildings around us exploding! People were freaking out and red emergency lights were fading in and out throughout our building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hoang/Ben appeared with a bento box and gave me one. We had lunch on the balcony watching the helicopters and planes fly by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we got back in the office, Kim Ngo was on a computer bitching about how battle.net 2 and Starcraft 2 was shit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1257699657324591466?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1257699657324591466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1257699657324591466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1257699657324591466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1257699657324591466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/09/calm-city-invasion-with-hardcore-gamer.html' title='A calm city invasion with a hardcore gamer'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-9110538109064700932</id><published>2011-08-24T08:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:34:04.284+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Red rabbit poo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at my computer desk at home on the comfy chair when I noticed a cute, white little rabbit resting on my foot while on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I forgot to let it outside to poo, so the poor thing just held it all up inside. It just suffered silently, and the next time I looked down there was little red drops of blood everywhere around it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-9110538109064700932?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/9110538109064700932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=9110538109064700932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/9110538109064700932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/9110538109064700932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-rabbit-poo.html' title='Red rabbit poo?'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6130408796584957812</id><published>2011-08-07T08:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:33:33.415+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Magneto phone wipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was walking through some high tech facility like the training halls of the X-Men house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out of nowhere, Magneto and his posse appear and grabbed my phone. He waved his hand over it and some timer appeared with the word &amp;quot;KABOOM!&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He laughed and tossed it back to me then walked off. I knew that once the timer went off, the phone would be erased.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I frantically tried to unlock and stop the timer but it reached zero. Stuff started to get deleted! NOOOOO!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6130408796584957812?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6130408796584957812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6130408796584957812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6130408796584957812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6130408796584957812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/08/magneto-phone-wipe.html' title='Magneto phone wipe'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3742771174640237775</id><published>2011-06-12T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:05:58.220+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Rowing contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Started off on a canoe somewhere in the jungle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was participating in a race and my team was made up of a bunch of boys that I know which were no older than 10.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were cruising along at a slow pace and started to sink a little because we were going THAT slow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then as we were rowing, I looked up and saw my prize! Jocelyn! She was sporting a pretty hot Amazonian type outfit but there 2 other rowing teams of all girls coming from both sides!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The river was shaped like a crucifix, so if I were to get to Jocelyn in time then I'd have to get past the 2 girl-powered canoes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2GciM7oPhxA/TgPG0QoiFTI/AAAAAAAABWE/bajOgjqFSnQ/s1600-h/amazon%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="amazon" border="0" alt="amazon" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bvrMH2obP3s/TgPG1P__BGI/AAAAAAAABWI/sgk9utt1x-k/amazon_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Vtec just kicked in yo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I saw this, I knew we had to win! Gee'd up the boys and v-tec kicked in yo! The kayak/canoe thing sped up and the front lifted up like a motorbike doing a wheelie!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Zoomed past the girls no problem and claimed my girl! =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3742771174640237775?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3742771174640237775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3742771174640237775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3742771174640237775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3742771174640237775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/06/rowing-contest.html' title='Rowing contest'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bvrMH2obP3s/TgPG1P__BGI/AAAAAAAABWI/sgk9utt1x-k/s72-c/amazon_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6404021018399160031</id><published>2011-05-16T15:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:00:00.058+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Thien's Leg Massage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thien:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;anh!     &lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream this morning after gym and you were in it      &lt;br /&gt;it started off im talking to my mom about the ipad 2 and how someone who i cant remember wants one      &lt;br /&gt;then i go to bed and u pop out and start giving me a foot and leg massage&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;That's not a dream, that's one of your sick fantasies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6404021018399160031?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6404021018399160031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6404021018399160031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6404021018399160031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6404021018399160031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/05/thien-leg-massage.html' title='Thien&amp;#39;s Leg Massage'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3251741150778333443</id><published>2011-03-20T13:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:24:02.832+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Auroa Borealis, Chinese New Year Lions and Light Graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream started off at Mano's place. We were gathered there for some reason and I was laying on the couch looking out the window.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I then noticed something strange, the sky was really bright! I asked for a camera and went out to take photos. People followed to see what I was doing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlC8YHSEI/AAAAAAAABKs/00i0ZtewlVY/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="137" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlEHsZCRI/AAAAAAAABKw/SH2r3ZTysZ0/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlF5q1FOI/AAAAAAAABK0/BcN7NJIJZRg/s1600-h/image%5B9%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="116" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlGkCHGQI/AAAAAAAABK4/Ay7O9KHkXPs/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Somewhat like a mixture of these two pictures of the aurora borealis.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But there were differences.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the right side there was a visible red &amp;quot;flare&amp;quot; in the auroa borealis style, as if it was some sort of story book you read from left to right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlHqIlthI/AAAAAAAABK8/uuz4Wa8kFAQ/s1600-h/image%5B24%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="155" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlIS-zVhI/AAAAAAAABLA/J8cvoyX9aIs/image_thumb%5B12%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Except this faced left instead of right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Underneath the flare, an outline of a Chinese New Year lion could be seen as if drawn using light graffiti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlKcoOQfI/AAAAAAAABLE/0uoJXbvnG0k/s1600-h/image%5B16%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="218" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlMLG1-1I/AAAAAAAABLI/Q7cRAa7fA-4/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlNdcOeyI/AAAAAAAABLM/TnOZXmmKOyo/s1600-h/image%5B17%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="120" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlOV33rtI/AAAAAAAABLQ/7P8cjuZTIVo/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;The lion on the left, drawn in the light graffiti style on the right (and in orange)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I couldn't get the photos I wanted on the phone, so I went to my car with Jocelyn to grab my camera from home. As soon as I opened the door to the car, I heard a loud thunderous BOOM as if a building fell on its side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I turned back to see 3 huge slices of a round building (also drawn out of light graffiti which looked like slabs from the leaning tower of Pisa) had individually fallen onto the ground in the middle of the road in a neat pile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlPjKylEI/AAAAAAAABLU/2yeuL0nYB1k/s1600-h/image%5B23%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlQa2Ds7I/AAAAAAAABLY/lf0KCGjoCA0/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then there was a monstrous laugh that echoed in the sky. Everyone freaked out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3251741150778333443?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3251741150778333443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3251741150778333443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3251741150778333443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3251741150778333443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/03/auroa-borealis-chinese-new-year-lions.html' title='Auroa Borealis, Chinese New Year Lions and Light Graffiti'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TYVlEHsZCRI/AAAAAAAABKw/SH2r3ZTysZ0/s72-c/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3661206211550994125</id><published>2011-01-29T10:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:13:06.598+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Fancy Old Hotels are Run by Crazy Security Kooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My dream started off in a fancy old hotel. I think it was Graham/Thi's wedding and people were queuing up outside to get into the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was in the toilet and came out to line up. As I walked past the line, Thi appeared next to me in a white dress (not the wedding one) and grabbed my arm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I walked by a couple of old highschool friends, one dressed up in a wolverine outfit with metal claws and Tom Xia with a pot lid tied to his arm as a shield and they were play-fighting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sat at the end of the queue to watch them for a bit when I felt a little bit of the runs come out as I farted. What!? I needed to go again!? I asked Thi if there was another toilet because the line was ridiculously long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She said to go upstairs to the top level and use the toilet there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some creepy kids were just sitting around in the lift watching without saying anything us as we went up. We got out but the lift stayed there on the level without closing and the kids continued to stare at us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9CVdrRnI/AAAAAAAABEE/V5-utNVot-c/s1600-h/image%5B9%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="100" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9DVBnyVI/AAAAAAAABEI/tykEbYpfj9s/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9EM9jG5I/AAAAAAAABEM/FJ2nBm1jhKQ/s1600-h/image%5B10%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="100" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9FIE4nzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/cofn6P72ZNY/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I poked my head into a door and found a HUGE room, the size of the whole level and dedicated to one man. He was the head of security for the hotel and it was very empty. One big piece of reddish/purple carpet in the middle, black/white tiles to the side and very few pieces of furniture about. His desk was at the end. &amp;quot;Wow...&amp;quot; I said aloud and came back out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I looked out the window&amp;#160; of the lift lobby area and saw something that caught my eye. A guy in a butler outfit was pushing a big piano around quite quickly and elegantly as if he was ice-skating with it. As i watched, I noticed he was rollerblading with the piano. His shoes had the built-in rollerwheels!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was dancing around the little town square outside of the hotel and obviously he's done this so many times that there were lines in the stone where he skated with the piano.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I tried to take a picture of it but the camera wouldn't load in time. He went around the corner behind another building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Magically, the piano turned into a beautiful French girl and it became like a movie as I watched it unfold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The butler and the girl were planning on running away from the head of security for the hotel. As they skated out of the town square, alarm sirens went off and security went on high alert. The chase was on!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They ran out of the town and made it to a highway bridge. The bridge was fairly high, but the road which went under it was barricaded by stone and fencing. At the top was a small gap though, enough for them to slip over one at a time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9HPG05QI/AAAAAAAABEU/icjYITRD5aI/s1600-h/image%5B16%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="219" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9IQIqqyI/AAAAAAAABEc/ktkVzF3poXo/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girl climbed first, followed by the butler. (I was at the top again trying to take a picture of this scene)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As they climbed, the butler stopped and went back to the ground. He questioned the girl if she had the right intentions for being with him or if she was using him to get away. She didn't say anything, but came back to the ground and told him to go first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As they climbed to the top, he managed to slip into the gap at the top. She stopped just before reaching the top of the climb to think about her answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For that moment when he was getting further and further away, without realising she had stopped. A dog came out of nowhere, jumped at her and managed to bite her dress. She tried to kick it off but it pulled her down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She screamed while falling, hitting the floor hard and died. The guy scurried back to see but only saw her lying in an awkward position with blood coming out of her head and a dog pacing around her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He raged from the higher position and then I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3661206211550994125?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3661206211550994125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3661206211550994125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3661206211550994125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3661206211550994125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/01/fancy-old-hotels-are-run-by-crazy.html' title='Fancy Old Hotels are Run by Crazy Security Kooks'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TUZ9DVBnyVI/AAAAAAAABEI/tykEbYpfj9s/s72-c/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3688799837653626016</id><published>2011-01-01T13:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:21:17.132+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Iron Man vs The Incredible Hulk vs Bill Murray's Sweatshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream started off the exactly the same as another dream I've had before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was waiting in line for the high-school formal at an old castle, suited up with my old friends Hong Ly, Tom Xia, David Lenton and Veasna Hoy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A girl sitting on the stone fence told us it was ok to go in. It was Tom's sister, the one we never knew he had. She had the exact same face as him but with pigtails and shorter. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were walking up the spiral staircase and when we came out it was like a market with a brick walkway. The ground was shaking below us as we walked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we turned around the corner, we discovered it was due to 2 gigantic figures fighting, Iron Man and the Hulk. My friends decided to run closer towards them to catch a better view of the fight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stayed back and literally bumped into Wilson while dodging cars, trucks and buses. We did pretty well, dodging cars and trucks but buses were damn hard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the time it stopped, we were tired and beat. Then heard something fire into the sky. When we looked up, we saw hundreds of missiles ready to land on us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow I had Iron Man's armour and took cover with Wilson under the cover of a store front. The missiles landed and we died in the explosion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was the end of the recurring bit! I suspect the next part of the dream had something to do with some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfG3VXaasF0"&gt;Bill Murray anti-technology rant&lt;/a&gt; I watched before sleeping (which ended up being a trailer for a crappy movie).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It started off with Bill Murray suited up and wearing some gizmo on his face. He was trying to infiltrate some building that had all this technological security in the lobby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TR6Pkx1ztII/AAAAAAAAA6k/GP3xBU2kfDE/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TR6Pm995swI/AAAAAAAAA6o/acCS5_VQa4Y/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Like this but with only one side. And Bill Murray's face.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When he got into the lobby, he snooped around. The door on the side had all these logos printed on the clear plastic layer before a steel reinforced door.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As soon as he touched the door, it triggered something in the lobby. A giant tortoise robot that came out to check what was going on!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bill quickly pressed himself against the plastic door and pressed something on the face gizmo. Something came out and pulled the plastic doors apart, allowing a paper-thin Bill Murray to slip behind and let the doors close on him like a modern day Inspector Gadget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He managed to hack into the system and learn the security code of the system owner, allowing him to use their face and access codes to get into the building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Using the owner's face as a disguise, he slipped in. The interior of the building was like a really big house. An old man greeted everyone and demanded their phone be kept in a box. Unfortunately, nobody in the house has seen the owner's face before so he was treated like everyone else. He had to put his phone down and was guided to a back room like everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyone was busily trying to pull apart electronic devices made in China. He wasn't sure why. He noticed a closed off small room and asked about it but nobody said anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He walked around calling out for help on a way to get out but people with machetes came out of their rooms and looked at him menacingly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One Vietnamese guy quickly pulled him over and said quietly &amp;quot;Hey don't be making so much noise here before 3pm. There's over 3000 people here and they get cranky when you wake them up.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A massive rush of shoppers came through, buying all the belts and goods which was for sale. Bill and the viet guy saw a chance to escape and made a run for it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bill got out of the house and the old man who had his phone commended him on his escape. He showed his phone, no unread messages or missed calls but he knew better. The old man had deleted them all to make him feel unwanted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out back into the free world, he was walking amongst the crowd and some bogan in a black SUV started shouting stuff at a girl walking behind him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girl on the street yelled back and they got into an argument. He stopped to watch the commotion as the SUV girl came out and punched the girl on the street.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thats when I woke up, hearing a REAL bogan fight out on the street! Ahh Blacktown =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3688799837653626016?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3688799837653626016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3688799837653626016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3688799837653626016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3688799837653626016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2011/01/iron-man-vs-incredible-hulk-vs-bill.html' title='Iron Man vs The Incredible Hulk vs Bill Murray&amp;#39;s Sweatshop'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TR6Pm995swI/AAAAAAAAA6o/acCS5_VQa4Y/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6015909170283428677</id><published>2010-12-29T08:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:54:25.414+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Searching for my laptop in the video game inspired dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first thing I remember is being on the train at Central, quickly getting off in a hurry because I just woke up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I scrambled, I noticed I forgot to take my laptop in the backpack which I needed for uni. By the time I remembered, the doors have already closed and the train had left for the airport.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wandered off to Jocelyn's work building to get her to help call Cityrail. Damn, it was a HUGE lobby, with really long escalators that went high up into the distance, almost as high as the ceiling which had glass window walls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="33%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqF11o-TII/AAAAAAAAA5g/WtO9lQH1Bgw/s1600-h/image%5B38%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqF27h660I/AAAAAAAAA5o/KKS8oD-fmVY/image_thumb%5B22%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="130" height="93" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="33%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqF8Y2x7dI/AAAAAAAAA5s/g6kij7Kx5Q8/s1600-h/image%5B39%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqF9s6mybI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rGByuQrYiD0/image_thumb%5B23%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="130" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="33%"&gt;         &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGBdECa9I/AAAAAAAAA50/vTOKRyjS9Dw/s1600-h/image%5B40%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGDserZ8I/AAAAAAAAA54/Xe_pn_z27SU/image_thumb%5B24%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="130" height="99" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lobby A&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lobby B&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lobby C&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;(The style and colour of lobby A, escalators of lobby B and the windows of lobby C, except the windows were in 1 big sheet of glass rather than pieces)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the way in I saw Veronica in a short hair wig coming down for a cigarette break. I didn't have time to chat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We found out that a guy had called Cityrail about my bag, saying he had it and left his contact details. When we called, he wasn't at his office and someone said to contact his boss instead. She said she'd get him to meet us downstairs at their building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We got to the office and met up with the guy who I suspected was the one who had my bag, but he denied it and claimed he didn't have a clue. For some reason he was acting nervous and I knew he had it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He said feel free to come to their building and look for it, since the guy who found it isn't around at the moment. So we did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went up to level 1, which looked like a level in Questacon where kids would play with scientific stuff and learn about it. It had displays which would explain why things reacted the way they do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Onwards to level 2, it was like a home theatre display at the Sony Building in Ginza. Dark blue coloured theme with no doors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This can't be right, the building had way more than just 2 levels&amp;quot; I said to Jocelyn. As she thought about it, I pulled the curtain to the side and found a back walkway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was dark and unlit, with unpainted concrete walls which led on into the darkness. I got out my crappy red and white LED keyring lights which shone only about 2 meters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, I saw eyes glowing in the darkness and it scurried towards us. I pulled out a big sword out of nowhere and beat the crap out of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGFLp9wJI/AAAAAAAAA58/8rsosqz3ZZY/s1600-h/image%5B43%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGGRS32eI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lJfAaGvbcp4/image_thumb%5B27%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="150" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGJizul4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/U9YQDseXoq8/s1600-h/image%5B45%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGK3oB_VI/AAAAAAAAA6I/EBUenycfJNQ/image_thumb%5B29%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="129" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jocelyn was freaked out, but I pushed on. At the end there was nowhere left to go but a small vent. I pulled off the cover and went in first. What I saw at the end of it was similar to a green field straight out of Sonic's Green Hills.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGSJNsRBI/AAAAAAAAA6M/a81K0g-sl70/s1600-h/image%5B46%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGUFzw_qI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/w9IvEsJPVHA/image_thumb%5B30%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="171" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But it was filled with killer chickens. Chickens that were infected with the Resident Evil T-virus and becoming flesh eating zombie chickens! They saw me and started running towards us with crazy chicken eyes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I told Jocelyn to get back into the vent hide. I backed up into the vent so the chickens would have to attack us one by one. I smacked one in half and scooped it to the side with the sword. Beat up another, put it to the side. Beat up a black one, a red one, a couple of white ones. After a while the dead chicken bodies were piling up and they stopped attacking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It went quiet, and I took a good look before coming out. Suddenly there was German Shepherd sized triceratops! It started to run towards us and I got back into the vent. Somehow I managed to grab another sword, but it was jagged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGX9tw_BI/AAAAAAAAA6U/xhw51swRiCI/s1600-h/image%5B51%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGYvHs8TI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/U8-xM3z0uUU/image_thumb%5B35%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="145" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGZbH393I/AAAAAAAAA6c/a7i--ewQYdI/s1600-h/image%5B52%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqGaEIxdJI/AAAAAAAAA6g/8HD1MjMnraI/image_thumb%5B36%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="172" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It stuck its head into the vent and I stabbed it with one sword and cut its head off with the jagged sword.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When it finally died, we came out again and discovered it wasn't the Resident Evil T-Virus but the Zerg virus that was making the animals go crazy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly it switched views. I was playing a game of Starcraft and Wilson was the voice in my head teaching me how to play the game and share resources with the computer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good time to wake up! Stupid sun in my eyes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6015909170283428677?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6015909170283428677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6015909170283428677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6015909170283428677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6015909170283428677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/12/searching-for-my-laptop-in-video-game.html' title='Searching for my laptop in the video game inspired dream'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TRqF27h660I/AAAAAAAAA5o/KKS8oD-fmVY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B22%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7078904382842436761</id><published>2010-11-30T18:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:40:17.845+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Way too many B-Grade movie marathons</title><content type='html'>Get ready for a long read!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;so my dream started out with my workmate and i walking under what looks like the harbour bridge, and he's giving me a lecture about the history of the struts and beams used in its construction. we keep heading down the bridge where we reach an old railway station where he leads me through a secret entrance to a massive underground city. it was here we were greeted by a bunch of mutants and homeless people and it turns out my workmates been coming down here to offer them medical treatment (this probably comes from the fact he's got a doctorate at uni). so im watching him work his way around the place until he meets this giant deformed cyclops with a bloated right arm. turns out he's got a massive tumour and im helping my workmate apply pressure to it whilst he puts a few holes through ti so the puss could come out. while we're doing this the cyclops is screaming in agony and out of nowhere flashbangs and smoke grenades start going off all over the place. next thing i know theres a whole squad of riot police beating and rounding everyone up! i make like the wind and run away through a tunnel.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;the dream then shifts to me, robyn, nghi, thi and my mom watching a horror movie where next thing you know we get teleported right into it! we end up in an abandoned warehouse where we're running away from the devil whilst he's taunting us to sacrifice someone to him. so we're running all over the place evading ghosts and ghouls until we finally reach a barricaded safehouse. thinking we're safe in here, next thing you know the safehouse turns into a void and we fall through it and probably all die in the process. now the dream kinda repeats itself where we find ourselves right back at the beginning of the warehouse where im thinking the devil must be playing a sadistic joke on us and forcing us to do the whole thing again. so we end up doing the dance all over again except this time we encounter a few other people who tells us theyve been forced to do teh same thing too. so we team up and run to the safehouse again only this time not all of us make it in there and a few are trapped outside. then one of the survivors who did make it starts to laugh out hysterically and proclaim this is the most fun he's had in ages! she then morphs into the devil and walks through the wall to the peeps who were still outside, looks back at us and says till next time... i asked him if our initial run was real&amp;#160; and we all died or was it just a figment of my imagination! he answers yes and that it happened in a parrallel universe! so not only do i get to die multiple times in my dreams, i also travel into different dimensiosn and universes!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;now we then get magically teleported us back to an empty warehouse and robyn nonchalantly says she's hungry and lets go grab some dinner. everyone agrees and act like nothing happened! im thinking either they're suffering from psd or their memories were wiped clean so i didnt force the issue and went with the flow. as we're walking up the stairs, robyn takes out a kayak out of nowhere and says she's ready to go!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;the dream shifts to us walking in a yard where i see my nephew wandering alone looking for a medal. i help him look for it and end up in my workplaces control room where thi and nghi proceed to shave my head! once they're done my mom comes in and says she doesnt like it so i magically grow a full set of hair in a second and my mom starts to cut it to her liking.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;so i'll let you guys try to decipher that dream!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7078904382842436761?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7078904382842436761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7078904382842436761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7078904382842436761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7078904382842436761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/11/way-too-many-b-grade-movie-marathons.html' title='Way too many B-Grade movie marathons'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-4912792530039565144</id><published>2010-11-24T08:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:43:48.477+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>iPads, The Ring, Ong Bak and muddy seawater for breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at home testing apps that I developed with 2 iPads. Then it suddenly changed to a highschool science lab. Pasc and Kelvin noticed that I had an iPad with me and said &amp;quot;Wow, you finally converted!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nah, I won it from Davy remember?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I looked into it and a ghost came out. The ghost looked like something out of The Ring. A thin pale girl with long hair covering most of her face and red eyes decorated with dark eye bags.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxturWhd4I/AAAAAAAAA3U/yF_XTDL7ZtA/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxtvksWz-I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DK8nqeuqF5Y/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It then switched to a dream of a random girl sleeping at home. She was having a nightmare about the same ghost that came out of my iPad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In my dream of her dream (damn self-inception!), the ghost would stare at her while she was doing stuff. She got freaked out and eventually ran up to it and elbowed it in the head, Ong Bak style!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxtxAj_ZDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/aEPyYOrbevw/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxtyFQpg1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/hmbGzBuA0m4/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;YEAH BITCH GET A LOAD OF THAT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The ghost took the hit hard, head started bleeding and dripped onto its arms. It fell to the ground leaving a big puddle of blood. The girl woke up in shock horror after seeing that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She checked her arms and they were clean. When she looked up into the mirror, she saw blood and scratches on her face then screamed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few years after getting over that nightmare she fixed up her life. She was going for a job interview as an actress and suddenly the ghost appeared (while she was awake). She freaked out and ran home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She didn't sleep that night and was completely zoned out the next morning. She made breakfast for her 3 kids, but it was just dirty muddy water in a bowl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her kids (probably 2, 4 and 7) were all sitting at the table staring at their bowls and not eating. They saw worms and insects wriggling. &amp;quot;Mum, can I have poptarts?&amp;quot; the oldest one asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxtzuMviMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/q9MYwCigAvE/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="182" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxt0l8p0yI/AAAAAAAAA3o/So-PBtZXXmU/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;It looked like this, but with a set of stairs at the front.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The house was surrounded by water, that suddenly rose sometime in the night and never receded. It was dirty and muddy, filled with creatures in the breakfast bowls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The youngest toddler, a boy, went outside down the stairs to play with the water. He was poking his fingers around with some of the worms that were wriggling in the water, found some pippies and red prawns with white whiskers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I woke up, wondering what time it was and thinking I slept in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-4912792530039565144?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/4912792530039565144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=4912792530039565144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4912792530039565144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4912792530039565144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/11/ipads-ring-ong-bak-and-muddy-seawater.html' title='iPads, The Ring, Ong Bak and muddy seawater for breakfast'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TOxtvksWz-I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DK8nqeuqF5Y/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1252501658397716371</id><published>2010-11-11T04:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:25:22.946+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Two scary dreams back to back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first dream was about me and and Jocelyn walking through a building and suddenly smoke started to appear from some rooms. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People and dogs started running out of the rooms, all frantic of course. It happened everywhere we ran to. More people and dogs were coming out of the rooms now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From the corner of my eye I saw a human hand. Someone standing up tall like a person but dressed as in a dog outfit within a room holding a smoke bomb and clearing out the rooms. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soon more dog outfit people started throwing the smoke grenades into the corridors where we were.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We found some restrooms which was clear of chaos and hid for a bit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found a roll of weird looking tissue paper and threw it aside. It blew up, killing some random guy as he lay there under the hand dryer bleeding from the chest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An official looking military guy walked in, dressed like an olden day captain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VHVtNv9I/AAAAAAAAA20/oyd44hYZxJI/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VIMRW61I/AAAAAAAAA24/GSsCiov3aik/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Like this guy's outfit, without the eye-patch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He told everyone to sit down. He was Indian, but had creepy demonic eyes which glowed red with a fiery pupil. I asked him a few questions, but he only stared back at me without answering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dream switch!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I was in Japan with the Japan crew (Paul, Frieda, Thien and Willy) in a grocery store looking for food. There was an extra 2 people with us. A white couple I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was digging thru a small fridge, picking out all the Megaman branded snacks that I didn't see during my first trip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I did that, the white guy quietly took the shopping bag which I was putting all the stuff into out of the store.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I wanted to pay, the store lady was happy to let me go ahead and find the bag before paying. I ran off to find them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They were pretty far already and nearly at the hotel. He said the bags were in is room so I had to go get it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I got to the room, I saw the door knob jiggle and moving by itself and felt scared. As I watched, the jiggling stopped and it opened up. I walked inside and saw a labyrinth of rooms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A creepy figure started to appear out of thin air and shot black Spiderman webs at me. I freaked out and dodged quite a few of them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VJd8MuYI/AAAAAAAAA28/9OSuAaLLnOs/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="135" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VKf4Tp4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/JZFrAV_94tk/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Like this shit, but inside a room and without Spiderman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever he shot it at would start to get infected by the black web.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow I was given powers during the struggle and shot my own red and blue coloured webs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since his webs criss-crossed the room, I got the idea to shoot mine at the black webs to cleanse them. Since his shots could infect, why can't mine? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I targeted my shots at his webs while dodging attacks and managed to hit a few. He screamed as his webs started to dissolve, disappearing without a trace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I somehow knew where the bags were and went to the end room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When i got to there, a laptop was sitting on a table beside the bags. I started to look through, hoping to find something about the monster I just fought. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a while, I looked to the door and saw a little boy coming through the door. He'd come in one door, weave out another but always come closer and closer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VLRl4eaI/AAAAAAAAA3E/SI8mPTwlsDc/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="159" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VMfUpRHI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KwXtevLx3E8/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I grabbed a camera on the table and tried to snap him but it turned out to be Jocelyn's phone. Couldn't get a shot of him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When he was near, he hopped past without even glancing at me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After hopping back to me, he looks straight at me and says &amp;quot;You might be able to get rid of my older brother, but not me!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I suddenly realised I was trapped. He was between me and the escape door, with only the end of the building behind me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He got onto all fours, hissed and lounged at me! I jumped and dodged him. He turned around for another strike, this time showing mouthful of sharp teeth before attacking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As he came at me, I kicked him as hard as I could with my left foot! The little runt instantly disappeared.... SHIT! It's not smart to kick a ghost!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And that's when I woke straight up with both eyes wide open, pins and needles in my left foot and heart beating rapidly. 430 on the dot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1252501658397716371?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1252501658397716371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1252501658397716371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1252501658397716371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1252501658397716371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-scary-dreams-back-to-back.html' title='Two scary dreams back to back'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/TN_VIMRW61I/AAAAAAAAA24/GSsCiov3aik/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-4557701204760111287</id><published>2010-10-14T10:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:34:43.866+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>I Miss Japan Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was in Japan with a couple of friends I went with and we were walking towards a bus stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I asked what we were going to, and Thien said excitedly &amp;quot;we're going hiking!&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Crap, I was still wearing thongs so I had to get some shoes. I asked Paul how much time we had left and he said 15minutes, should be plenty of time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I ran up a massive hill back to the hotel, but on the way I saw a confectionary store and decided to pop by. It was absolutely packed with people and smelt wonderful!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first thing I saw was a big stash of Megaman merchandise; candies, cakes, biscuits and then a stack of those stupid maze games where you tilt and move a metal ball inside a closed case (God I hate those!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I saw a big stash of M&amp;amp;M's of all sorts of flavours. Crème brulee, cabanossi, almond and honey, etc. All of them looked so nice! I looked around for a mixed pack and bought a few.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the time I was done, I only had 3 minutes left till the bus came! SHIT!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow I ended up in Paul's room in a rush, looking around for socks and shoes. I just grabbed his ones, hoping he wouldn't mind and ran off to the bus just to make it in time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-4557701204760111287?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/4557701204760111287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=4557701204760111287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4557701204760111287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4557701204760111287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-japan-already.html' title='I Miss Japan Already'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-2993202072878551325</id><published>2010-08-30T10:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:52:13.170+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Super Secret Sahara Supermarket Spy Twig</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The scene started off at a not so secret base at Milson's Point. It wasn't heavily guarded because the base had a Franklins store as a cover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was a secret spy, sent in to see if there was a way into the facility. The front entrance was like a normal store, but the back entrance had an invisible shield that disintegrated any non-living thing which wasn't authorised.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I pretended to shop for doritos and other chips on sale nearby, while I looked for something to throw into the barrier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found a shopping trolley and figured it was good enough. I filled it up with some chips and proceeded to buy them at the back entrance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The checkout guy was a guy from uni called Anthony, middle eastern looking guy that always wore a suit. He was saying be careful on the way out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After paying, I carefully looked at the glowing barrier and pushed my trolley through. It started sparking and just dissolved like golden pixie dust.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I said aloud, &amp;quot;Crap! What am I gonna do now!?&amp;quot;. Anthony grins and offers to get me through. His profile suddenly appears in my head and he was a known merchant, allowing people access to things but for a price.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I quizzed him about what his purpose was here but he just kept smiling, looked at me and said &amp;quot;Don't worry, it wont kill you. Only objects&amp;quot;. I put my hand through and nothing happened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I walked through and without any problems. I saw a multi level shopping complex, with another shopping centre downstairs but the upstairs had a gold laced floor, doors and handrails.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I looked through a few doors and found the postal tube I was after. Quickly grabbed it and ran out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The scene changed to outside of the store. It was on a desert cliff and I was with David Choi. Apparently he was waiting for me to grab the postal tube so we could make our escape.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After running far enough, we sat down for a breather. I pushed on the ends of the tube and twisted it. It had a few grooves to determine where to twist, so I presume there were a few compartments to put stuff into within this tube.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I twisted a bit and something clicked into place. It hissed and started to slowly open. We both peered into it and found lots of documents.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I said we should be careful taking these out as they might be old documents written on crumbly papaya paper. Luckily it was bundles of notepad paper, so I started shook a few out. We saw hand lots of written documents, filled with complex mathematical equations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly the wind started to blow real hard. I pinned most of the documents down with one arm while holding the tube with the other hand. A piece of paper flipped and pressed hard against my face. A storm was coming!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The piece ripped off and flew away. Dave tried to grab it but the wind blew it way too fast. It flew around to the left and far out into the distance. &amp;quot;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&amp;quot; we screamed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it started to come back from the right! Once it came around to my right the wind died down and it landed on my hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just as we started walking again, Jessica Lee was walking around the corner with her boyfriend and they were laughing about how some idiots were screaming &amp;quot;NOOOOO~!&amp;quot; during the storm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-2993202072878551325?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/2993202072878551325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=2993202072878551325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/2993202072878551325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/2993202072878551325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-secret-sahara-supermarket-spy.html' title='Super Secret Sahara Supermarket Spy Twig'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-596793044357122091</id><published>2010-08-25T18:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:59:42.665+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Twilight mixup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream started off with a scene in a graveyard back in 1870, where 2 grave diggers were preparing to bury an open coffin. There was lightning and thunder in the background.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the guys (with a goatee) jumped into the coffin to lay down beside the corpse for laughs. The other grave digger was enormous, but he had a go too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow they managed to buried themselves in the coffin for a giggle and died.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The scene switches to the present, but this time in a typical American high school as the bell is ringing. Students flood the halls and we see the two grave diggers slowly walk into the scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They woke up from the dead was because someone was playing a really bad song by Lady Gaga called &amp;quot;Bad Romance&amp;quot; is. They got the shits after hearing the chorus and got out of the ground to turn it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They were vampires now; pale, thin and macho. Not gay like the whole Twilight vampies. They were standing around looking suave and chatted up chicks in the hallway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The scene jumped to the bedroom of one of the girls they were chatting up. She was tucking herself into bed, pulling up a pink blanket decorated with plastic flapping penises. Then she put on a white night cap which was also a huge white flappy wang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-596793044357122091?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/596793044357122091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=596793044357122091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/596793044357122091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/596793044357122091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/08/twilight-mixup.html' title='Twilight mixup'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-380377168922999823</id><published>2010-07-24T14:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:28:21.449+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Flood washed away half of a parking lot, along with car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was walking up a few the stairs of a parking lot when the whole building shook. Took a look out the door and saw half of the building get ripped away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I watched it get torn apart, I saw water gushing by through the open areas. A gigantic flood was flowing across the building and taking the building with it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh shit! I need to get to my car!&amp;quot;. It was parked on level 24, so I had a few more levels to run up. I got to level 24&amp;#160; and it was still there, barely. The cars next to it were floating away, carried away by the water on the same concrete slabs they were parked on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I made my way to the car, the ceiling collapsed and blocked my way. I figured it was too troublesome to get the car anyway, and looked for a safer place to wait.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can't remember any other part of the dream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-380377168922999823?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/380377168922999823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=380377168922999823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/380377168922999823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/380377168922999823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/07/flood-washed-away-half-of-parking-lot.html' title='Flood washed away half of a parking lot, along with car!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1573741310609186860</id><published>2010-07-23T11:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:06:01.467+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Oh lawdz iz dat chicken soup!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh yea i didnt have a left 4 dead dream yesterday! instead we were heading up to my house on our bikes to go bike riding then it switched to us at a massive music festival where we were all sitting on an oval. i was busting to pee so i went around to houses looking for a toilet. i had my kitchen sink bag on and saw another chic with the same back so i started to use lame pick up lines on her. the house didnt have a vacant toilet so i decided to just frack it and go pee out on the porch. just when i was about to, it started to rain really heavy then hale'd and im thinking ya'll were suckers for still standing out there. afterwards we ran around looking for a chicken shop&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; so paul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; my dream involved us two driving along a windy road along a cliff with no rails&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; think we were heading to a beach or something&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; so the roads really narrow and the car's been blowing around by the wind gusts &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; a few times u veer'd close to the edge&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; till u get to this really sharp right turn and a massive gust hits us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and pushes the car right off the edge of the cliff&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; so we're sliding down this huge cliff which sort of looks like the one along wollongong bridge&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and im surprising calm falling down to my death&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; when the car starts to grab some traction and we're driving down the cliff now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and we end up on rail tracks at the bottom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; seeing no way to get off we just sped off on the rail tracks over some bridges&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; when we see a train coming straight at us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; at the last moment possible you veer right and all i see is a flash of bright light&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; somehow miraculously we ended up avoiding the train and a pillar to our right&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and you only have some bumper damage on the car&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; we get off at a train station where some of the train guys saw us and took us into a supermarket to get some food and drinks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; the dream then shifts to a house with a dungeon where some guys are getting tortured&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; because they were spies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and there was a black ops team waiting outside to storm it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and it turns out one of the guys getting tortured was a double agent and he coerced the other one to call them for help&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; and right into an ambush&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;dee-work&amp;gt; some more happens but i forgot it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-8977087665429135608?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/8977087665429135608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=8977087665429135608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8977087665429135608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8977087665429135608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/07/evo-v-driving-down-cliffside-to-bust-up.html' title='Evo V driving down a cliffside to bust up a spy torture dungeon!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7088203731291028351</id><published>2010-07-12T10:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:28:27.681+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Left 4 Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hooo i had a few multiple dreams within a dreams yesterday and they were all left 4 dead related!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the first one had me as one of the survivors having to climb up kiosks and rooftops to retrieve what i assume to be oil cubes like the ones on the transformers show! I had to dodge zombies and there were these powerups that slowed down time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next dream was i was controlling one of the survivors and we had to get into a safe room, in this one we were in a high rise building still under construction and you could to do the flying fox on large tension cables to get to the safe room. in the dream everyone died except for me of course due to my awesome skills but when i arrived in the safe room, i was greeted with a whole array of hunters, witches, spitters and some new weird ones including a little girl. I couldnt take care of them all so i died. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here teh dream shifted to david driving me to work through the backstreets where im telling him all about this new stage and the safe room then i woke up within the dream to be sitting at my computer chatting to you guys about this. Then i woke up =\ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;left 4 dead is taking over me consciously and sub consciously!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7088203731291028351?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7088203731291028351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7088203731291028351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7088203731291028351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7088203731291028351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/07/left-4-dead.html' title='Left 4 Dead'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1772038424751226127</id><published>2010-07-05T08:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:58:10.209+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>The Secret Space Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream I had last night was essentially the same plot as the TV show called V, which I don't watch!.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first bit I remember is when an alien race is hovering in our skies with numerous UFOs ready to attack at any moment. It kinda flashed back to another scene to describe what happened to lead to this point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The aliens have already managed to infiltrate the higher ranks of military and government office and had enough information to take over Earth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some conspiracy theorist that somehow found out that there was a secret invasion by the aliens and prepared to take them out. He found out that they were coming to a certain location and blew them up with some home-made missiles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What he didn't know was that the government actually knew of the arriving aliens and that they were peace keepers trying to prevent a war between the human and alien races.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The US government claimed that it was because of that guy's actions, the aliens have declared war on us. &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;The man lead an unplanned assault on the spacecraft, which was carrying the best political negotiators they had. There were no survivors.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, it brings us back to the current situation where the alien &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;King&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot; was floating around in a little UFO with 2 massive laser cannons pointing at us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was claiming that they were going to take over Earth regardless and the attack just gave them a good excuse to do it quickly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This bit got weird because at this point, &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot; picked up the UFO in my hands and started playing it like a GameBoy. I had a bit of trouble with the second cannon though, but eventually I pressed the right sequence of buttons to overload the lasers and they blew up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In true Power Rangers style, he shook his fist at us and threatened to come back another day as he flew back into space.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1772038424751226127?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1772038424751226127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1772038424751226127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1772038424751226127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1772038424751226127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/07/secret-space-invasion.html' title='The Secret Space Invasion'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-116446588461750837</id><published>2010-06-25T06:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:57:08.913+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Cabra-Leonards Yumcha to Rollin' Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Waking up at around 6am and being unable to sleep again for some reason, I slowly fell back into sleep and had this bad dream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jocelyn and I just finished eating yumcha at some place with a few friends and had to leave early. The lady was very nice and said &amp;quot;Thank you, here's your change. get your girlfriend something pretty&amp;quot; and we paid and left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we got outside it was dark. Very and and very cold for some reason. It was just outside the Dong Son place in Cabramatta, but we knew we were in St Leonards. The streets were also deserted, bar a lonely car here and there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jocelyn started shivering and mentioned it was strange that its so cold. She huddled up closer and latched onto my arm for warmth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we took a few steps away from the store, I noticed there were 5 guys trailing close behind us. Our car was just across the street, only about 10-15 meters to the left. Since Jocelyn was latched on so closely, I searched for the keys before they noticed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I whispered for Jocelyn to bolt for it and jump into the back seat. We started running and when we were a few steps away I opened the doors via remote.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Naturally the guys chased us. As I just got to the driver seat door, I put the car key into my fist and punched the closest guy in the eye. He fell to the ground and didn't move.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I quickly opened the door and started the car. Jocelyn was already in the car but screaming because she couldn't close the door in time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the guys held onto the door and that stopped her from closing it. She was kicking him to keep him out. I quickly pressed the central lock button to stop the other guys from getting in from the other side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I said &amp;quot;HANG ON!&amp;quot; and sped off, with the guy hanging onto the door as Jocelyn kept kicking at him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I yelled at Jocelyn, &amp;quot;Jump to your left!&amp;quot;, threw the car into 2nd gear, folded the seat backwards and grabbed the screwdriver I have laying around on the floor of the passenger side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I left the car in motion as I jumped into the back seat. &amp;quot;JOS DRIVE! DONT CHANGE GEARS!&amp;quot;. She quickly crawled into the drivers seat and took control of the steering wheel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As she did that, I took a quick look at the guy and punched him a few times in the face with my left arm. That was to distract him before stabbing him through the eye with the screwdriver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He instantly dropped off the car and laid on the floor motionless as we sped off in the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I woke up I was still pretty pissed. It was cold, I slept late, I woke up early and I had a shit dream. FUCK.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But anyway its Friday! =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-116446588461750837?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/116446588461750837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=116446588461750837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/116446588461750837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/116446588461750837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/06/cabra-leonards-yumcha-to-rollin-gone.html' title='Cabra-Leonards Yumcha to Rollin&amp;#39; Gone Wrong'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3331818828875297594</id><published>2010-05-26T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:13:03.666+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Elevator filled with Madeline schoolgirls, rat ravaged science labs and evil Super Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had the dream sometime in the morning, but as the day went by I forgot. I can only remember fragments of it now as I'm coming home on the train.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first part I can actually remember is being on a futuristic-space-building-like-yet-creepy lift that looked much like the ones in first person shooters like Doom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0dtGNXGyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5uE7AT7J678/s1600-h/image%5B31%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0duiOte2I/AAAAAAAAArA/aH4yD7vCg9k/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0dzkUBQcI/AAAAAAAAArE/p0pCyLJgYa4/s1600-h/image%5B15%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0d1VZIJmI/AAAAAAAAArI/yHMX6eQyhFI/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0d3WNgkGI/AAAAAAAAArM/6tql7T7-6AQ/s1600-h/image%5B13%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0d5qmvJKI/AAAAAAAAArU/ENC_pO6ZV2g/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="140" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way up/down, the lift suddenly shook a few times and stopped. The lights flickered and came back on as it resumed to stop at the next level.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, there were a bunch of little schoolgirls dressed like Madeline in the lift and they were telling me what levers and buttons to press to get out of the lift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For some reason I was trying to get them out of the building safely. I peered out of the lift and it looked like an abandoned science lab, absolutely trashed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0d8-EIwgI/AAAAAAAAArY/defPOFdLg58/s1600-h/image%5B18%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0d-XRV0II/AAAAAAAAArc/2Xf6Jc5W7IM/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;The creepy science lab.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Something was just here and I felt like it was still looking around in the lab. I don't know why but I went into the lab, hushing the girls to be quiet, but with that many kids it was impossible to be quiet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I looked around the corner to the left and saw HEAPS of gigantic rats the size of fat wombats chewing stuff on the floor. I saw the door across the hallway and made a run for it (from A to B), gesturing for the girls to follow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0eB_2aFLI/AAAAAAAAArk/vN_Kb0dnFsk/s1600-h/image%5B21%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="162" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0eDHDOVmI/AAAAAAAAAro/AX5ODMoXqrA/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Stupid rats on patrol!     &lt;br /&gt;Scarily enough, this hallway looks nearly identical to what I saw in the dream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the last girls tripped, screamed and fell with a thud. All the rats turned to her and started coming. Luckily she just made it into the room and we slammed the door shut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was another trashed science lab, but this time longer. I spotted another door that led back to the rat infested hallway. The kids had disappeared, only to be replaced by Jocelyn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0eGFlWhII/AAAAAAAAArs/I1hDSLR4WyY/s1600-h/image%5B27%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="162" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0eHfhltkI/AAAAAAAAArw/Niw9FLG2u50/image_thumb%5B13%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The 2nd room. We entered through B, and door C was the other way in from the rat hall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went to close the other door when Jocelyn looked out the window of the door we just closed. She called me over and told me to look outside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0eM1rsxXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Qq2wIZ5WAXo/s1600-h/image%5B30%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0eOBwBv0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/HScdPFnv02Y/image_thumb%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="108" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was scared but also curious. It turned out that all the evil rats have merged into one evil little creature, with the body of a pixelated Mario (although still short like the rats were). He had glowing red eyes and sniffed around trying to find us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I said &amp;quot;Luckily he's dumb, he doesn't seem to look up and know where we are&amp;quot;. As luck would have it, thats when he noticed us looking through the glass pane of the door and charged towards the closed door!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BAM! He smashed into the door pretty hard and backed up to ram it again. That's when the alarm woke up for work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3331818828875297594?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3331818828875297594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3331818828875297594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3331818828875297594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3331818828875297594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/05/elevator-filled-with-madeline.html' title='Elevator filled with Madeline schoolgirls, rat ravaged science labs and evil Super Mario'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_0duiOte2I/AAAAAAAAArA/aH4yD7vCg9k/s72-c/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6938766753619011770</id><published>2010-05-17T07:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:52:01.507+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Takeshi's Castle style job exams, NCR global conspiracies, private Investigator Jim Carey and lamp shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Starts off like a movie. I just got hired by some NCR official and we were being walked thru a very, very nice building to be taken to the higher levels.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we waited for the lifts, some solemn faced businessmen walked by and our &amp;quot;guide&amp;quot; excitedly introduced one of them as the CEO/Executive of NCR. He had a mean face, completely white hair and looked like a typical bad guy in movies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2I_aTCaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lTQaqcpJvXs/s1600-h/image%5B15%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2JsbCRyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yWsUvq8uPmo/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="171" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Sorta like him, but with more hair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His expressionless face automatically turned into a friendly smile and welcomes us to NCR. He shows us some initiation rooms, where people get locked in and tested on random Takeshi's Castle style things like a fast closing see-through plastic door that slams shut from the top, electric room with arcs shooting from the wall, a massive brick slab falling from the ceiling and flipping towards the people from behind and they have to slide under it to get out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2KZiFYkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3FgGlSSIiBA/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2LDWpPhI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5BfaCC8gZRQ/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="175" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2LpQkoTI/AAAAAAAAAng/wbzbO18lBdo/s1600-h/image%5B12%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2MHCce3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/TdjahbfuOJg/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="175" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, my role was being played by Jim Carey and the view pans out to watch him. Carey was in his brown Truman suit, hired to be a private investigator by NCR to spy on other companies to watch for excessive information control and what sort of global policies they have and check for corruption.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once he started working, he was looking into all these media companies like radio stations, printed news, television and daily news and even large electronic brands (like Sony and Samsung).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He found out that all the smaller organisations were owned by several larger organisations, who were then run by a few men under the guise of massive umbrella corporations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Carey eventually he realises that one of these men was the white haired guy NCR CEO and that his company that had much control of the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He decided to ask the CEO directly. For some reason they were climbing the ladder ranks of a massive pointy tower (like the Eiffel or Tokyo tower). When Carey arrived the CEO was already above him on the ladder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When he saw Carey he started ranting. &amp;quot;You're investigating the wrong side son. Keep your nose out of that business. You're supposed to be looking into our competitors and countries we DON'T have influence over! Like Japan or Korea. If Korea aren't happy with the deal I can BUY for them North Korea. We've got control of most of the Western world and we can already get the dumb masses of people to think what we want them to.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Carey then reveals that he's holding a handheld camera and we're shown that it's been watched live on TV stations by everyone in the country, even homeless people watching the broadcast at electronic store fronts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The white haired CEO's face drains of expression and the scene cuts out to see Jim Carey walking along the highway, tired and drained of energy and his clothes were all wrecked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Apparently the CEO killed himself and all the companies under his control had slumped in stocks. Carey took a look at one of the electronic stores on the side of the highway and it happened to be one of those brands the CEO owned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everything was being liquidated and people were rushing in to grab as many TVs as they could.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At this point, Jet/Thi ran in and they asked me to come along. I then realised why people took so many TVs. It was because the TVs on sale for $2, including radios, DVD and Blu-ray players.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing much appealed to me, but I saw 2 really nice lamps. Both were a light marbled orange-white colour, but one was much taller than the other. I had trouble deciding, so I asked Thi which was better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Graham puts a bunch of flowers into the taller lamp and turns it on. Water starts flowing out, but the tall flowers made the lamp tip over to one side. He said &amp;quot;Get the smaller one, it looks better and stands up properly.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's when I woke up early at 610am. Lucky me. Gotta stop reading Wikipedia entries about large media organisations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6938766753619011770?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6938766753619011770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6938766753619011770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6938766753619011770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6938766753619011770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/05/takeshi-castle-style-job-exams-ncr.html' title='Takeshi&amp;#39;s Castle style job exams, NCR global conspiracies, private Investigator Jim Carey and lamp shopping'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S_M2JsbCRyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yWsUvq8uPmo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5244250874786738996</id><published>2010-04-17T09:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:48:57.303+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Tow trucks with sting ray mods, spider invasion and display homes in the bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in some unfamiliar close-to-the-city suburb and walking along the highway trying to find a car auction place with Jocelyn and her friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we walked around the corner of a block, a massive tow truck with dried sting rays as step ranks drove around the corner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3KcRt4eI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_EpqFl0FqgA/s1600-h/image%5B21%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3LkPYrWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nCa5EYMDqg8/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="79" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; + &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3NUWRgvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/edM_itJV7NY/s1600-h/image%5B22%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3PJEVSfI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hNhRfGmZEM0/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="61" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3Rm9yjrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FlhWv5xOBrE/s1600-h/image%5B23%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3S3jjbUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TjUxVoNkv2U/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="152" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Tow Truck + Step Platforms + Sting Ray&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sting ray clipped one of the girls on the back, ripping most of the back of her shirt off and leaving 6 deep claw marks across the left side of her back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The driver pressed a button to retract the stingray platforms and came out to see what happened. He apologised and asked what we were doing on such a busy highway and I told em we were trying to find a car auction place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He said he knew where it was and offered to take us there, but the girls wanted to find a hospital for their friend. Being the only guy there, I was volunteered to go with the truckie and find it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hopped on, and he drove me around the block and to some pub&amp;#160; with a big carpark. I noticed a spider on the window next to me and grabbed a tissue to squish it. I then noticed 2 little flying insects and squished them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3UJzWVdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/j4VruLN3kG4/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3Vcpmz3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/WnbP6yJUVEA/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="137" height="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;These little, fat bodied spiders.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As soon as I did that, I noticed 4 more spiders appearing on the window. I quickly squished them with 1 hit and saw more spiders appearing on other parts of the window. Where the hell were they coming from!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was like a game of some sort. The more you squish, the more they come back and quicker! Then spider eggs started appearing and from those came 10 spiders each.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Squishing the eggs would leave a horrible sticky mess and the tissue became saturated with spider guts. While busy squishing spiders and spider eggs, in the corner of my eye I saw the eggs grow out from the window. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I freaked out when I felt a spider crawling up my leg and started to frantically hit it. Woke myself up by doing that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a quick relapse and had another dream, this one I was driving along Smithfield Rd and was waiting at the lights at King St in a little red Charade/Mirage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3X3bdkII/AAAAAAAAAmc/EFX3-bpr8eE/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3ZpNgJuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/AWb8Q5t2yek/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Only the true locals would understand this!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I turned left and it became a very steep downhill road with big windy curves. It led to a new set of display homes and this was the bit where I realised it was a reoccurring dream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have had a few dreams before where I've driven to see a set of display homes in a hilly and busy area surrounded by lots of gum trees.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5244250874786738996?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5244250874786738996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5244250874786738996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5244250874786738996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5244250874786738996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/04/tow-trucks-with-sting-ray-mods-spider.html' title='Tow trucks with sting ray mods, spider invasion and display homes in the bush'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S8j3LkPYrWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nCa5EYMDqg8/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5989181865020792145</id><published>2010-04-13T11:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:09:21.229+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Japanese Horror House and Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can't remember much of my dream, but I was in a traditional Jap style house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I opened one of those wooden frame doors with paper windows and found a dark dark hallway, looked into it and felt scared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For some reason I felt a sense of de ja vu, as if I've been there before and suddenly got flashbacks of a dark sewer system and voices of people screaming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I took a few steps in, but my dad calls me back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was all ready to go fishing, holding a fishing rod in one hand and the tackle box in the other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5989181865020792145?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5989181865020792145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5989181865020792145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5989181865020792145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5989181865020792145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/04/japanese-horror-house-and-fishing.html' title='Japanese Horror House and Fishing'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-266996059525437855</id><published>2010-03-24T12:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:16:57.228+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Backyard Scuba Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was scuba diving in a pool in someone's backyard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Being the usual water-hating rat I am, I was freaking out as soon as I put my face into the water.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Graham Stallion Le came to rescue me but for some reason, I slipped out of the suit when he pulled on it. He managed to pull the wetsuit out of the water and all this water came gushing out of it. The suit was still in 1 piece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was still in the pool treading water, watching as people huddled around the wetsuit crying because they thought I was dead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pretty funny haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-266996059525437855?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/266996059525437855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=266996059525437855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/266996059525437855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/266996059525437855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/03/backyard-scuba-death.html' title='Backyard Scuba Death'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7190091249801507327</id><published>2010-03-06T11:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:02:47.988+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Prison Break 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream started off in some Nigerian prison camp where an earthquake had broken some of the cells. Niggers were running rampant everywhere!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cops in oldschool British style uniform were beating em up with batons. In some cases where they were resisting violently, the cops just shot em dead on the spot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was walking around the prison through all this madness calmly, and a police officer told me to come over to check out something they've found from a dead inmate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a big silver metallic sphere, about the size of a soccer ball. The cops crowded around to see what it was. Someone placed his finger on an ancient marking and dragged his finger across.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The ball suddenly opened up and started glowing, sorta like the Stargate chevron dialling thingy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S5GbOs-AojI/AAAAAAAAAic/q9O5nNnT1AY/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S5GbQJwqt0I/AAAAAAAAAig/7kCKNHWbHPI/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stared at it as it continued to unfold by itself, showing symbols from star signs and what looked like the Aztec calendar. The symbols started lighting up one by one until all of them lit up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The earthquakes started up again, but this time alot worse! I decided to make a run for it. I ran towards the main HQ and we had to go through the office to get outside of the prison.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of a sudden, David Choi was running with me! He screams &amp;quot;FUCK! LETS GET OUTTA HEREEEE!&amp;quot;. The scenery turned into a house with streamers and banners saying &amp;quot;Happy Birthday&amp;quot;. He was having his birthday party when I ran through his house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn't see a clear path to run, so I jumped onto the table but stacked it. Pushed food and plates off the table and out of my face as I got up to bolt again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got to the door and went outside just in time to see one of his car forum mates get into an old orange car and speed off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S5GbSG5XsLI/AAAAAAAAAik/AKKLCuhAoRw/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S5GbWHdvM6I/AAAAAAAAAio/UQwavaYz2Vc/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Sorta like this bucket of shit but orange.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The road started to crack beneath him and threw him off a bit. The car started to lose control and he smashed into a tree on the side of the road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I waited in front of Dave's house for a moment as the earthquakes settled. Suddenly we were in an ice skating rink in Japan, which was turned into a refugee camp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was damp and watery but alot of our friends were here because of the earthquake. Willy came in with some towels and Thien called him a useless cunt because he asked for something else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thien says &amp;quot;Lets go get it Twig&amp;quot;. We went out the door and the rain was pouring down. When I looked around I realised it was a concentration camp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cant remember much about the dream from then on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7190091249801507327?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7190091249801507327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7190091249801507327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7190091249801507327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7190091249801507327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/03/prison-break-2012.html' title='Prison Break 2012!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S5GbQJwqt0I/AAAAAAAAAig/7kCKNHWbHPI/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3457441553254910492</id><published>2010-02-06T05:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T09:35:21.834+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Bogan handball, dancing lessons with The Rock and dung beetles</title><content type='html'>The dream started off at Audley Jetboat hiring/booking centre (not a real place), right behind a Hungry Jacks/Burger King outlet in some rural looking suburb.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some bogan kids playing handball, but the one in the middle was particularly annoying. He was a typical looking "Sid" type redneck character wearing an oversized baseball/basketball type singlet and had a shaved head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S3SH8aNavjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GXaIfuiT-XA/s1600-h/image3.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" height="97" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S3SH9f8ewoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zuLignFXN7A/image_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="image" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S3SH-d4UFrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ui68k-M6pB0/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" height="240" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S3SH_atogdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sHLCya0e_Vk/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="image" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Behold, the Sid Bogan!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;They were playing, and as I walked by, the ball rolled and hit the back of my foot. I picked it up and noticed that "Sid" had his back turned to me. I was gonna return the ball, but couldn't resist pegging the ball at his head really hard.&lt;br /&gt;He turned around all pissed off and started yelling at me. I made a run for it! He chased me with the ball, intending to throw it at me.&lt;br /&gt;I ran into an electronics store and bumped into a massive customer. I looked up and saw it was... THE ROCK! He was being taught dancing lessons by Phillip Maung.&lt;br /&gt;Phillip then tried to persuade me to take slow dancing lessons also, because we both stopped drinking and are now "too shy" to dance in front of people sober.&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to fall over and curl up into a prawn position on the floor. The Rock copied, hoping it'd work. Phillip wasn't fooled =(&lt;br /&gt;A crowd started forming to watch and I decided to make a run for it, figuring there'd be safety in numbers. I sat down randomly in the crowd and hoped to blend in.&lt;br /&gt;I played with a Christmas beetle that was crawling around near me on the carpet. The guy in front of me said "You know they're made up of mostly dung right?". It was the JDM Style Tuning celebrity James Swiss!&lt;br /&gt;I took the opportunity to flick the Christmas beetle onto him and he screamed like a little girl saying "Argh get it off get it off you idiot!". Laughing as I found some other baby beetles, I flicked more on him.&lt;br /&gt;At that point I was rudely awakened by an unsettled stomach gurgling away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3457441553254910492?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3457441553254910492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3457441553254910492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3457441553254910492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3457441553254910492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2010/02/bogan-handball-dancing-lessons-with.html' title='Bogan handball, dancing lessons with The Rock and dung beetles'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S3SH9f8ewoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zuLignFXN7A/s72-c/image_thumb1.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8954479589493471924</id><published>2009-12-29T21:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:42:09.688+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Intergalactic Zombieworld Rebels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The dream started off at the top of the stairs to a casino.   &lt;br /&gt;Me, Pasc, Trev and Kat were standing around waiting for something. They were dressed up in formal while I was in    &lt;br /&gt;casual and sneakers.    &lt;br /&gt;Trev was drunk and said some silly stuff (as usual) before wandering off into the casino looking for drinks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went to the bar and somehow found myself in the frozen cellar. It sorta looked like an artic version of ancient Rome.   &lt;br /&gt;I got to the end to see a giant pool of ice water with bottles of liquor floating inside (vodka, burbourn, etc) with a few cracked bottles.    &lt;br /&gt;While wandering around, I saw some guerilla soldiers hiding behind the columns.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got back to the cellar door and found a bottle of water stuck to the back of it. I pulled it off the door and realised it was really cold, so I decided to try the supercooling trick on it. (&lt;em&gt;Even my dreams are super nerdy and scientific!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sitting the bottle down on the floor, I gave the bottom of the bottle a quick hard smack against the floor and it started to slowly crystalise from the top to bottom. Awesome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I asked the rebel soldiers what they were doing but they told me to shhh and hide. Suddenly, more soldiers appeared in stealthy black military gear and they all started to hunt something down.   &lt;br /&gt;It was Pyramid Head from Silent Hill! He was walking around the upstairs area of the cellar, dragging his massive sword.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMY4rJgsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/w_ly8S8ffAY/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMarbNsNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vILkGY7ifv4/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, we're FUCKED!&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went out of the cellar and found myself in the backstreets of Cabramatta where some sceientists were discussing virus plans.   &lt;br /&gt;They were in white coats and talking about how a bad virus strain could take over the world, turning everyone into zombies.    &lt;br /&gt;One of the scientists was already planning for that scenario. He showed me his lab where he would try to find cures for viruses that they made.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the alarms went off and he panicked. A bad virus was let out and most of the world was already infected and turned into zombies. He quickly selected the closest planet that was suitable for life and put each of his kids in a separate pod.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a greenish planet with swirls on it, much like Jupiter.   &lt;br /&gt;He aimed the pods and shot them off, each to a different location.    &lt;br /&gt;Since there were 6 pods all up, he told me to get in and shot me off to another part of the planet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The pod landed with a big explosion, creating a massive crater but still intact. The planet was full of green plains and a few rocks and trees (think of New Zealand).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I started rolling the pod around like a Zorb, but it also had missle launchers attached! Suddenly, pedobears appeared and started chasing us down!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMdbOjUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JeTnMJkllYY/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMem2mKnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WL7fi_zXqwg/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMffmjAmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/okNWv_S7ONA/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMgK-Zv9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/tktvW65p_To/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;The Zorb, and the Pedobear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I shot missles while trying to escape and found some of the other pods also fighting off more pedobears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Each pod had a different weapon, like bulldozers and flame throwers, making them a versatile tool for rebuilding a place to live.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For some reason we started to think the other pods were pedobears and started fighting each other. I realised it was some sort of pollen/gas the plants were letting off and managed to shake it off while fighting the bulldozer pod.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thats when I heard the garbage truck on the street doing its thing and woke up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-8954479589493471924?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/8954479589493471924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=8954479589493471924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8954479589493471924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8954479589493471924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/12/intergalactic-zombieworld-rebels.html' title='Intergalactic Zombieworld Rebels!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/S1WMarbNsNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vILkGY7ifv4/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8195907573198737156</id><published>2009-12-23T08:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:19:49.899+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>IDG Subway Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Imogen and Sharpie were serving up cake at a really busy Subway store. Luckily, it was 1 free slice for IDG employees so I went to get some.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Damn, now I cant seem to remember the rest of the dream. It was a good one too =\&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-8195907573198737156?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/8195907573198737156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=8195907573198737156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8195907573198737156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8195907573198737156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/12/idg-subway-cake.html' title='IDG Subway Cake!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-562171287169044968</id><published>2009-12-19T07:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:50:23.149+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Dodgy houses being burnt, emergency skin operations in Perth and a troublesome table at the pub</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first thing I remember was being at Jocelyn's house (but it looked like someone elses) and the cops came to visit. Her mum went to open it but the cops were looking for us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We walked outside to the street and the cops said they wanted to ask me a few questions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you remember checking out a car that was being sold by 'Monza'?&amp;quot;   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, he was pretty dodgy. Why?&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We're investigating something that happened.&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh ok. I still have the details from him if you need.&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thats alright. Was it a green car you went to check out?&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah! It was an Evo IX and the same shade as a Holden Commodore green. Normally doesn't come like that.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we walked along the street, we ended up at a burnt house. The inside was completely burnt down, but only a part of the front wall still looked OK. The rest of the house was just a crisp shell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The cop asked if I knew anything about it, I shook my head and said no. I saw Jocelyn's car parked across the street and the cop went to take a look at it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We opened the boot to find coal! As the cop was inspecting the car, Jocelyn quickly opened the front door of the car and grabbed a jerry can to throw into the back seat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I looked into the backseat to find it was absolutely packed filled with more coal! This time it was red hot (and still burning) coal!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The cop gave it a quick glance over and gave it the all clear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The dream switched to a place on Woodville road, where the school is with a speed camera for each direction. The ground had thick &amp;quot;absorbent&amp;quot; tissue run along the footpath for some reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was sitting in front of the tavern there talking to some random fat white lady and she started talking about her skin condition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Apparently she had scars or stretch marks on the lower half of her sides (along the ribs and under her boobs) which caused her alot of pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thinking it was just some small skin condition, she went to the doctor and he called someone up about it. They're still waiting for a response.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As she was talking about her problems, she received a call. She got really scared and then explained to me that the results came in. It was now diagnosed as some disease and she had to be flown to Perth for an emergency operation tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I told her everything is gonna be OK, at least he docs know what it is now. As soon as I said that, she quickly said bye before that Mike Monroe dude from &amp;quot;This is your life!&amp;quot; came along with his massive book and walked her off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The tissue on the floor was starting to get messy, so I began to pack it up. As I was doing that, I saw some missionaries (Mormans I think?) head my way at the traffic lights crossing. I thought &amp;quot;Fuck I got no reason to stick around&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found myself going through the rear entrance at the pub. Some of the Pats boys were having a party in there and asked me to carry a long rectangular table in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For some reason this felt like de ja vu, as if it were a continuation from a previous dream I've had but never remembered. Although the first time I got my foot jammed between the door frame and one of the table legs and Travis laughed at me. Bastard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This time it was Jason carrying it. We couldn't find the right angle to get it through the door and gave up. Sean gave it a go and I was the one walking backwards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We eventually got it through and across some small corridors. Some mean bikie lookin' dude saw us and offered to replace Sean. Me and the bikie dude continued to carry it until we got to the main hall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The &amp;quot;hall&amp;quot; of the tavern was set up in a buffet style, but with fancy silk decoration on long rectangular tables (which held the food) and dim lights as if it were for a high school graduation or wedding. There were also plenty of round tables for guests to sit at.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We figured there wasn't enough room to fit the table and left the table there. It was too much trouble to get it out again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-562171287169044968?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/562171287169044968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=562171287169044968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/562171287169044968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/562171287169044968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/12/dodgy-houses-being-burnt-emergency-skin.html' title='Dodgy houses being burnt, emergency skin operations in Perth and a troublesome table at the pub'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5989201200725875894</id><published>2009-12-07T07:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:28:52.717+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Lebbo fights at the beach causes Lebbo Grimace Zombie attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was sitting at the beach with some friends and saw some Lebanese guys fighting with each other in the water. Two guys started running towards the fighting dudes. Leb A was friend of one of the dudes already fighting, and Leb B was friend of the other guy fighting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Both Leb A and Leb B were huge and ridiculously strong brutes. As &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; was swimming out to help his mate, &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; grabbed his leg and swung him through the air back onto the sand. &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; then bodyslammed &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; while he was still grounded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; continued to beat the crap out of each other, the first two that were fighting suddenly went quiet and the water stopped splashing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Something started to rise out of the water where they fought. It was fat, hairy, purple and spewing up everywhere. That thing came out silently and without leaving any ripples.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I saw it and freaked out. ZOMBIEEEE LEBBBB! Looking around, I told my friends to run and I grabbed Jocelyn to make a run for it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We jumped some fence and ran to the beachside shops. Due to some construction work, there was a small concrete wall in front of the shops. We jumped over that little wall too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/Syvq4xeLpZI/AAAAAAAAASg/WiWQXPqL3Xw/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/Syvq6N_UMfI/AAAAAAAAASk/5YiWNTwfdJE/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;The &amp;quot;fence&amp;quot; at the beach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/Syvq7dIOOlI/AAAAAAAAASo/jb24sqyfrmY/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/Syvq9tMIc-I/AAAAAAAAASs/_4cjmXv0jy8/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="1"&gt;Our concrete wall friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The zombie floated up from the water and got stuck behind the beachside barrier. Lucky for us its big and dumb! So it looked for an opening to cross.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During that time, we ducked underneath the wall and hoped it went away. I stuck my head out to check where it was and saw it had found a gap to get onto the street.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IT SPOTTED ME! FUCK! That hideous Grimace thing started spewing again as it slowly chased us down with arms waving. Rule #1 - Cardio: We bolted for it again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We must of made it away... End of dream!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Note. This was some time ago after I watched Zombieland and a couple of days after I checked out a dodgy car and received a prank call from the immature seller.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5989201200725875894?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5989201200725875894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5989201200725875894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5989201200725875894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5989201200725875894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/12/lebbo-fights-at-beach-causes-lebbo.html' title='Lebbo fights at the beach causes Lebbo Grimace Zombie attack!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/Syvq6N_UMfI/AAAAAAAAASk/5YiWNTwfdJE/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-4540523620087442630</id><published>2009-11-18T08:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:59:39.142+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Creepy House Hunting and the 7 NAB House</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It started off with me in a oldish house (about the age of the houses you'd find in Strathfield) with faded flowery wallpapers and vinyl flooring. It was dark and musty and the lights were dim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stared at a Hitler Mighty Mugg which was facing away from me, with blood stains all over its left and back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMctjfGOYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3hHChAmK4T0/s1600-h/marvel_mighty_muggs%5B1%5D%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="marvel_mighty_muggs[1]" alt="marvel_mighty_muggs[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMcucZoEMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YnieTl5mLCE/marvel_mighty_muggs%5B1%5D_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMcvkx6LQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EtTuYpxVWm8/s1600-h/1203658737690%5B1%5D%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="1203658737690[1]" alt="1203658737690[1]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMcwjApT1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ab42x1S4ISg/1203658737690%5B1%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="142" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I continued to inspect the house, which was apparently for sale, the real estate agent tells me not to talk to the children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I walked down a hallway slowly and suddenly the lights turned off. I turned on the flashlight in my hand and sweeped it across the rooms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMcxpDHwlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/E5ttBYjRU9g/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="image" alt="image" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMcyYScAiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/khUpIMipuDs/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="158" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crap, I just caught a glance of one of those kids. They looked like they were in white drapey clothes (sorta like in ghost movies such as The Ring) and had dark hair covering their faces. Creepy kids!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I quickly went onto another room and there was another kid sitting on its bed, staring back at me without moving. Stupidly, I said hi and tried to talk to them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The kid opened its weird zombieish mouth and hissed/screamed at us. I bolted for it, waving the torch around frantically and unsure of where the exit was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow I was accompanied by a little piglet which for some reason I knew was the real estate agent. We ran towards the laundry room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even with all the rush, I took the time to measure the pig with some tape measure. I found a helmet electronic device and put it onto the pig's head. It beeped and pointed to the door that was just beside me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I opened it and the creepy house disappeared behind me. I found myself in an entirely different surrounding within a brand new corporate building, built by both Channel 7 and NAB.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was the new NAB House somewhere in the city, used for corporate events. I spent some time standing in that one spot gazing around at the building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful dark glass shell building with smaller buildings/rooms inside of it which had clean dark grey and red colour schemed walls, sort of like how the entertainment centre has lots of stalls inside it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the inner buildings I saw had a sign hanging off a horizontal mast. The sign was made out of fogged glass and looked really nice! (If only I could draw the scene somehow...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jocelyn popped up behind me and gave me a hug to say hi. Turned around to see Lum and Amy with her also sitting at a table having some drinks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We sat around talking about stuff but now I cant really remember anything past this point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-4540523620087442630?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/4540523620087442630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=4540523620087442630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4540523620087442630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4540523620087442630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/11/creepy-house-hunting-and-7-nab-house.html' title='Creepy House Hunting and the 7 NAB House'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SwMcucZoEMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YnieTl5mLCE/s72-c/marvel_mighty_muggs%5B1%5D_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-4572675312663412290</id><published>2009-11-02T09:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:14:29.226+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Arabian Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was on a Tangara train and noticed a cute looking blonde chick in front of me reading a book. Struck up a conversation with her and chatted till our stop which looked like Central station. As I said goodbye, she grabbed me and kissed me and we went our separate ways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once I got out of the station, it looked like some war-torn desert shithole with dusty city broken buildings everywhere, much like like Iran or Iraq.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I met up with Jocelyn. I was feeling incredibly guilty, but I never got the chance to mention anything as we were suddenly attacked by some incoming rockets. I grabbed her hand and made a run for it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was it, fairly short dream. Didn't sleep much =\&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-4572675312663412290?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/4572675312663412290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=4572675312663412290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4572675312663412290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4572675312663412290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/11/arabian-nights.html' title='Arabian Nights'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5416460408690526913</id><published>2009-10-28T08:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:39:50.112+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Chair Phone and Easyway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One day during lunch, Kelvin, Jaja and I were walking to the Chatswood shops. My phone had died the previously and my highschool friends gave me a phone for a present.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The problem was that it was a chair phone... A massive phone the size of my head shaped like a bar stool with the earpeice on the base where people sit their bum. Of course it was yet another quirky Nokia design.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So on our journey, Paul decided to call up and ask how the phone was (and crack up in the process, fucken cunt!). Went by a couple of gates and some old lady with a walking frame gave me a funny look.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Me: &amp;quot;Its a phone!&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;Her: &amp;quot;It looks so troublesome to use&amp;quot;      &lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;quot;Its a present...&amp;quot; =\&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The call ended and I continued to the shops, bumping into a few other people I knew along the way. We finally reached Easyway in Chatswood and got our super awesome milk tea drinks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we started to head back, I looked at my watch and saw it was 3:20pm. Damn, I've nearly had a 3.5hr lunch! Shit, better get back!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quickly gave Jocelyn a hug and started running back to the office.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perfect timing for the alarm to go off! (Who the hell wants to dream about work?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5416460408690526913?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5416460408690526913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5416460408690526913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5416460408690526913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5416460408690526913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/10/chair-phone-and-easyway.html' title='Chair Phone and Easyway!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6215410854397524563</id><published>2009-10-21T08:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:47:29.990+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>One cannot simply skydive into Mordor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was walking to work along a scummy street that looked like Newtown when I saw someone slowly float down from the sky in a parachute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was Jocelyn. She touched the ground and greeted me after her morning skydive from a helicopter which picks her up from home and &amp;quot;drops&amp;quot; her off. Of course, work pays for it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I looked at my watch and it was 940. &amp;quot;Err, aren't you running a bit late?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jocelyn: &amp;quot;Oh no I'm late! Gotta run!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then she ran off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6215410854397524563?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6215410854397524563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6215410854397524563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6215410854397524563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6215410854397524563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-cannot-simply-skydive-into-mordor.html' title='One cannot simply skydive into Mordor'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-455439539500647976</id><published>2009-10-03T09:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:37:38.308+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Evo servicing, dodgy mechanics, du ma asian gangsters and ultimate cake defence!</title><content type='html'>We were at some lebbo car workshop across the street from IS Motorsports that Alan took his evo to get serviced. They did the work all fine and dandy and we went for a test drive.&lt;br /&gt;When it came to time to quote a price, they started giving figures for the parts they fixed and it sounded really dodgy. "Hmm, that one should be about $100, no wait $400, nah $500 bro".&lt;br /&gt;The 3 lebs in the car started getting angry at us when we questioned the pricing, since it was way higher than the initial price they quoted of $1600.&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed and we were at the cop station. I presume we were there because of the lebs somehow. On the radio report, we heard that somebody had won an red Integra Type-R from IS Motorsports and was ripping it out across the street because lebbos were chasing it to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;We went outside to watch just as a car was chasing the Type-R and another leb shitbox (I think it was the Initial D 86' Tofu car) slammed its brakes in front of the Type-R.&lt;br /&gt;The Integra crashed into it, but the asian guys inside were all pissed off and came out with machetes to duma chop up the Takumi lebbos.&lt;br /&gt;A passenger from the Integra also ran out, scared and holding his phone, looking for someone to call. The lebs in the car behind came out and caught him.&lt;br /&gt;They realised he looked like JDM celebrity &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003088062321"&gt;James FUCKING BHS&lt;/a&gt; and demanded a ransom! Shit, he dont have that sorta money! They used his machete and cut off part of his finger instead. They tried to cut off the rest of it but he got away.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off as hell and bleeding, he managed to lock himself into a carpet store nearby. They surrounded him, but he picked up 2 swords on display and held them up. Too bad they were plastic, had "Genuine Swords" written on them and flopped around.&lt;br /&gt;James ran to the back and found REAL swords (without writing on em). He then ran outside to stab up some fuckers as revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The dream then turned into some sort of defence game, much like Lurker Defence in Starcraft. (Basically you get a character(s) to start off with, and kill waves of enemies)&lt;br /&gt;In this game, I was the character wielding dual swords with sheaves in the same way Deadpool does. The first wave came and we were dicing up enemies real easily.&lt;br /&gt;Alan was also fighting in this game, but he was defending a separate path so we couldn't help each other.&lt;br /&gt;During the breaks, food would be lined along the sides of the path for us to get our health back. For some reason, the goal of the first break was to get ingredients for cake.&lt;br /&gt;The next wave was more violent. I let go of a sword and started using both hands to do more brutal attacks with the one sword I was holding. The goal of this wave was to bake the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Third wave was more of the same, but during the break I ventured forward to find the source of all these enemies. We had a choice of eating the cake or not, but I chose not to because theres always food that appears after the waves of enemies.&lt;br /&gt;After the last wave, Alan and I reached the end. There was a bunch of food in front of a house. I tried to get it, but the food wouldn't come to me.&lt;br /&gt;As we walked away, the food started being absorbed by the house! It then grew legs, lifted out of the ground and started walking towards us!&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT WTF THERES A HOUSE COMING TO ATTACK US! All I have is this little sword. Of course we tried to stab it, but cmon wtf stabbing a brick wall with a sword? That'll work well =\&lt;br /&gt;We ran for it, back to the starting point. Panicking with nowhere else to go, we didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the house stopped moving, grabbed the cake we baked and walked back to its original spot.&lt;br /&gt;The game ended, and showed a scroll with a receipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 1: Gather ingredients. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 2: Create a broth in a cauldron to make the cake. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 3: Offer the cake. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There were a few other steps but I dont remember it right now. After that I woke up, feeling a bit weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that really ugly white "Queen St" Integra at Burwood I saw last night really shocked me and I've been playing a bit too much Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-455439539500647976?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/455439539500647976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=455439539500647976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/455439539500647976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/455439539500647976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/10/evo-servicing-dodgy-mechanics-du-ma.html' title='Evo servicing, dodgy mechanics, du ma asian gangsters and ultimate cake defence!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3433752518506712786</id><published>2009-09-28T19:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:46:59.578+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Do or do not, there is no try! (Thien)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hooo i had a crazy dream yesterday that spanned what felt like an eternity. it was like watching and experiencing three arcs rolled into one dream so its a long one and its gonna be a huge wall of text.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The dream started off with an african expedition into the heart of seth afrika consisting a bunch of white seth afrikans and tourists. Along the way whilst observing some crocodiles they're attacked by some nigerian pirates and after a short skirmish it ended in a stalemate whereby both our modes of transportation were totalled during the battle. So now we're stuck together surrounded by crocodiles in the middle of nowhere so it was decided that we will have to work together in order to survive. it was at this point the tourists offered an female alligator they had with them to the chief crocodile in a marriage proposal so they wont eat us which the chief crocodile happily accepts. Shortly thereafter the female alligator walks away from the chief crocodile in disgust; probably because the chief had a small wang, which the chief promptly follows after. It was getting dark so we decide to set up camp and sleep there for the night. Waking up in the following day, I find that the nigerian pirates have backstabbed us and killed off the tourists and seth afrikans, probably to use them as a food source, though two other tourists and myself are still alive (naturally since they aint got sh*t on a real man like me).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the dream fast tracks through a montage where i go all rambo and take them out one by one where by the end of it the two tourists and myself are the last ones left. Hopelessly stranded in the middle of nowhere we decide to trek up north in hopes of finding civilisation. after walking for what felt like months and with no food left we end up by a river thats filled with crocodiles. Feeling we're at the end of the road we all say f*ck it and try to swim our way down the river, either ending up victorious or dying in a blaze of glory was left to destiny. So we're swimming in the river, driven by a strong current, we see a few of the crocodiles have given chase. After some maneuvering we manage to evade them for a while, however the crocs still managed to pick my two buddies off eventually. Of course they couldnt get me since i was in torpedo mode so i reach the end of the river and end up on a worn out sandy road. Figuring someone would eventually drive down the road i set up camp by the side and wait for someone to come. Living off grass and whatever rodents and insects that are near me I sat there patiently for what felt like 30 years. Eventually a young teenage couple scoots down the road and i wave them down and ask them for a lift. They then proceed to tell me no ones been down the road due to rommel's advances into africa. Its at this point i realize i have been living through world war 2. So they say they'll get some help and they drive off into the sunset. im thinking why couldnt they jsut fit me in their car with them?! So i head back onto the side of the road where once again i await their return. The couple never come back and im left there sitting alone and fading to black.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That concludes the first arc of the dream. The second arc was essentially the first arc set in modern times and on fast forward whereby everything in the first arc was repeated except for the ending. In the second replay, rather than sitting back down and waiting for help I start running after them. Im thinking this must be the reincarnated version of my previous self except i have remembered and learnt from my past life mistakes and i have successfully broken the cycle boo yea! in this alternate timeline, after running for a mile or two i run into a whole bunch of people quadbiking up and down some sand dunes. Its at this point im kicking my previous carnation for being such a timid idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;The third and final arc isnt as crazy and radical as the first two. The dream shifts to some time in the future where im aboard a spaceship thats heading to far off planet to colonise it for human use (idea probably from the tv series defying gravity and avatar). Here im just floating around checking out the sights and generally annoying the few people that were with me on the trip. Along the way I stumble into a room with a rotating table like the ones u find in those sushi bars. Fascinated i stand there watching it for a while until the guy who was sitting right next to me who i was oblivious of all this time, asks me to leave since im in his way. It is then the rotating table morphs into scaled architectural model. I ask him what he's doing and he says he's designing the building we were going to build but he's still undecided on the final design. He says that the building looks and feels too sterile, i'm thinking this may be related to the comment made yesterday in the car about singapore and its relative cleanliness. Anyways i start to think how are we gonna build this the majority of the crew being research scientists and all and i go for a space walk. And thats how my journey in the dream ended. So i gather the moral of the dream is life's too short so you just have to take a leap of faith and go for it otherwise you'll be left behind. like a wise man once said do or do not, there is no try! or patience is a virtue and you'll end up screwing urself up in the long run, TPG internet damn you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3433752518506712786?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3433752518506712786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3433752518506712786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3433752518506712786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3433752518506712786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-or-do-not-there-is-no-try-thien.html' title='Do or do not, there is no try! (Thien)'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6745650524148063024</id><published>2009-09-27T10:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:47:27.066+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>The Superman Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was on the train with Graham and Thi going to a new station when it went around the last curve up a giant hill before the stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I looked out the window and saw a massive truck pulling our carriages along! Not just one truck, but 3 trucks together at the front pulling the train.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The trucks started to slow for the station, but went off the track to drive up onto the platform. When they realised that they couldnt actually get onto the platform, they stopped and thought for a moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the train started rolling backwards very fast as if they just let go of the carriages. Everyone got freaked out and held onto their seats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It then slowed down very quickly and the train creaked to a stop. A voice was heard throughout the carriage and said "Don't worry everyone, you're going to be ok!".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was superman! The same voice from the ride in Movie World at Queensland! YAY! \o/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, just like the ride, our train sped off forward really quickly! The acceleration was insane! We were pinned to the seats. Graham was holding onto his with both hands, but I stretched one arm forward to make a flying pose. Thi looked back to see it and laughed. The train moved so quickly that it started to fly!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From then it became like a video game with collectable name tags that flew by us. My name tag had a little Spiderman icon that flew by and said "If your name is Twig click here!".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It happened for a bit longer until I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6745650524148063024?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6745650524148063024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6745650524148063024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6745650524148063024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6745650524148063024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/09/superman-train.html' title='The Superman Train'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3309378556544458999</id><published>2009-09-25T22:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:47:47.710+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Oh lawdz, KFC and Giant Lab Experiments Gone Wrong! (Thien)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hooo, time for a dreamcatcher update. Haven't had one of these in a while.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways my dream this time was about a couple of scientists and myself finding a way to genetically grow animals into giants (this was most probably influenced by the awesome movie komodo vs cobra where it happens on an island).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our lab looked like it was next to Bonnyrigg high school where the KFC is. Anyways they get this great idea that the first thing they should experiment is a leech like the one that was on my leg that bike trip where they grow it to something like to 15m long with a 3m wide diameter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This leech then starts going crazy where it burrows underground and next thing you know theres like 10 of them all over the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I try to stop this by activating some kill switch but my attempts were thwarted by a cockatoo thats resting on my head. Everytime I to move the damn thing would peck and claw at me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It then ends with me walking to the shops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3309378556544458999?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3309378556544458999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3309378556544458999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3309378556544458999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3309378556544458999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-lawdz-kfc-and-giant-lab-experiments.html' title='Oh lawdz, KFC and Giant Lab Experiments Gone Wrong! (Thien)'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7523109557339277304</id><published>2009-08-16T19:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:48:06.872+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Shoe Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jocelyn and I were at her place cleaning or something and then the doorbell rang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some Aussie junkie cunt was at the door holding up a $5 note saying he wanted us to do a survey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I told Jocelyn not to open but it was too late, and he quickly pushed his way into the house. He only got as far as the door and quickly eyed out the place before but beat the fuck out of him with a shoe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;\o/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7523109557339277304?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7523109557339277304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7523109557339277304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7523109557339277304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7523109557339277304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoe-junkie.html' title='Shoe Junkie'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3259292972880783077</id><published>2009-07-09T09:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:48:17.546+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>celebs!</title><content type='html'>it was a movie sorta dream, the ones that you're not part of and just kick back and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole kidman was walking into a pub party with a pre-wolverine hugh jackman (u know, before he buffed up)&lt;br /&gt;she sat down with queen latifah in the lounge and latifah pulled out some massive bling "nelly futardo earring" type rings from her hair.&lt;br /&gt;after spreading out the massive rings like cards, she said "pick one, any one" and they turned out to be business cards&lt;br /&gt;nicole put it away and when she looked up latifah was gone.&lt;br /&gt;she turned around to see hugh jackman singing "dance with me" (by debolah morgan)&lt;br /&gt;the pub was mainly filled with these lumberjacks, sharpening their axes and grouping up around hugh as he performed&lt;br /&gt;they were getting angry because they thought jackman gay! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excellent time to wake up haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3259292972880783077?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3259292972880783077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3259292972880783077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3259292972880783077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3259292972880783077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebs.html' title='celebs!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3318921772591044773</id><published>2009-07-06T22:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:04:09.648+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Escaping the military and skydiving to find james finger banging dogs</title><content type='html'>I was stuck in some military base trying to discreetly escape, and some random chick in a Nazi hat speaking perfect English was helping me. We found some experimental bodyboard type inflatable crafts and took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got outside, we realised it was a giant airship and had to edge our way to the side of the ship before jumping off. She had no idea how to use it and flew away into another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know how to use it either, but I knew that somehow it'd save me. (lol damn talk about jumping blind without a chute!). on the way down, I held onto that thing and realised it could sorta control the direction you want to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navigating a little bit to avoid edges of cliffs on the way down, the ground quickly approached and I held on tight, but it suddenly slowed down and it just floated to the ground before touching down, like how space probe 7 does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a look around, it seems as if I landed in the back of the highschool sports oval. It was raining and the oval was right next to the beach, so I wandered off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw James there cracking up, with 2 of his dogs on the bin. He had his finger out and they were sniffing it while he took pics and laughed. I asked him what he was doing and he told me he was desexing his dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look look man, I shove this pill up the dogs arse and then it gets desexed. But fuck, my finger is covered in shit! If I put my finger here they sniff it! They're so dumb!!!". Then he cracks up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good time to be woken up by my alarm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3318921772591044773?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3318921772591044773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3318921772591044773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3318921772591044773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3318921772591044773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/07/escaping-military-and-skydiving-to-find.html' title='Escaping the military and skydiving to find james finger banging dogs'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1917705006416443122</id><published>2009-06-26T07:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:48:50.575+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>rare coins, pizza, instant noodles and a bad case of the ex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;started off eating pizza at some italian place but it had tables that looked like the yumcha turn tables.  &lt;br /&gt;was with the highschool guys and we were finishing up   &lt;br /&gt;all chipped in at the end and paul went off with the money to pay   &lt;br /&gt;they came back as we were leaving and paul tells us to wait, split the change coz he had a big handful of gold coins &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;as we were splitting it, i noticed a few massive coins  &lt;br /&gt;it was a $50 coin! awesome! i saw $10 and $20 coins too!   &lt;br /&gt;since i collected coins (yes, how nerdy haha) i asked if i could keep em   &lt;br /&gt;they said sure, so i did &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;as we turned around to leave, the other half of the restaurant suddenly turned into a swamp  &lt;br /&gt;there was a cage and the water level in that cage moved up and down quickly, creeping in and out of the cage   &lt;br /&gt;i noticed some more gold coins glistening there so i pointed it out &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;james came with me to check it out and tried to grab it with our arms  &lt;br /&gt;the water started coming up again so he got scared and ran off   &lt;br /&gt;paul came along and threw a pillow to where the water was creeping out (i have no idea how that was supposed to help, but err, ok)   &lt;br /&gt;after a few more attempts, the water carried the coin away even further so we gave up &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;turning around again, the scenery changed to an outdoorsy hill that was mostly dirt with patches of grass  &lt;br /&gt;i saw a couple of the uni guys and jamie in the distance going ahead before them   &lt;br /&gt;since i havnt seen em in a while, decided to stop and go say hi   &lt;br /&gt;caught up with em and they called me along to whereever they were going (forgot where)   &lt;br /&gt;i said sure, had no plans for the rest of the day   &lt;br /&gt;went to talk to jamie and it was ok, but she immediately gave me the same bullshit korean "in your face" attitude   &lt;br /&gt;put off by it, but not wanting to start shit, i let it slide and said i    &lt;br /&gt;needed to go buy something &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i went to some lebanese grocery store on pacific highway  &lt;br /&gt;jamie called to ask where i was and i gave her directions   &lt;br /&gt;i told her the place and continued looking through the store&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after a while, she called up again all cranky because shes walked far  &lt;br /&gt;i told her she overshot and passed the store already   &lt;br /&gt;she started giving me shit for not telling the right place and stuff   &lt;br /&gt;i said "ok ok, just get here" and hung up   &lt;br /&gt;i was about to sms jocelyn about what an awesome gf she was but jamie really DID get there quick lol   &lt;br /&gt;she got to the store but was all cranky, giving me the usual attitude   &lt;br /&gt;getting annoyed, i figured well hey, i dont have a reason to hold back anymore   &lt;br /&gt;"the fuck is ur problem bitch? i havnt seen u guys in ages and u keep pulling this attitude bullshit. i dont wanna start a fight or anything, but if u keep it up i wont mind"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that shut her up, and immediately she started acting nice again.  &lt;br /&gt;still pissed, i picked up some packs of instant noodles (the greenish onion one and blue beef one which are the same brand, different flavours)   &lt;br /&gt;she walked out first and was all quiet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i went to pay and noticed my mum was the store owner  &lt;br /&gt;she went on about how my diet was bad and how i needed to eat more greens and healthy crap &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;then my alarm went off!  &lt;br /&gt;good timing! i could tell that hearing about greens was the start of a horrible nightmare =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1917705006416443122?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1917705006416443122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1917705006416443122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1917705006416443122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1917705006416443122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/06/rare-coins-pizza-instant-noodles-and.html' title='rare coins, pizza, instant noodles and a bad case of the ex!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3331057907137061305</id><published>2009-05-28T18:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:49:02.323+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Toilet-pools, guns and electrocution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was walking on the street and looked up to see a big glass building about 20 stories high. On one of the levels, I saw a row of guys toilets which were facing outwards out of the toilet, so whoever was outside could see if you're peeing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the water flushed from somewhere above and started filling up the cubicles. The guys in the toilets were trapped in there and water filled up to the ceiling. The people trapped would be treading water trying to find a way out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I watched, I tried to find things to help them out somehow. I threw rocks at the window but it didn’t break the glass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Strange thing was that every time I tried to help, the water would empty out quickly and they'd drop to the floor. Then it'll quickly fill up again and repeat until I tried to help again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a few flushes, the people started to get tired and running out of air. Out of nowhere, I found a gun in my hand and took aim, carefully not to hit anyone in the toilets. I shot it at the glass and one of the windows shattered. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Water spewed everywhere but the guy fell safely into the building. I made a few other shots to free the other people. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once that was over, I came inside to see if anyone else needed help. The level was like a dirty factory and wet because of what happened. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some dude who looked like Weird Al Yankovic mixed with Chuck came out and asked "What the hell are you doing here!?" and charged at me. I grabbed some car battery jumper cables beside me and held them out in front of me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He saw it and took caution. I took a jab at him and he grabbed one of my arms and grinned. I pressed both metal jumper leads against his skin and I felt numb for a split second then it burnt. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I shook him off and quickly jabbed both leads at him again before he got a chance to grab me. Fried the motherfucker good and that’s when I woke up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3331057907137061305?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3331057907137061305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3331057907137061305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3331057907137061305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3331057907137061305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/05/toilet-pools-guns-and-electrocution.html' title='Toilet-pools, guns and electrocution!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-9152461022484206902</id><published>2009-04-16T07:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:49:13.108+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>rock-throwing fluey nub footed rocket riders!</title><content type='html'>in the dream, i rocked up at cabramatta station and scored awesome vip parking, like 2nd spot from the station.&lt;br /&gt;caught the train and got to a house where alot of people from work were. it was a doctor's house and people were&lt;br /&gt;crowding around a door trying to get in for the flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were waiting, darren, matt and i were throwing rocks at the people in line and also each other.&lt;br /&gt;matt picked up a rock the size of my head and threw it at me. luckily i noticed and dodged it.&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to play with that asshole anymore, i stop and he goes "man how come u started getting nervous and slowed down?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "fuck you man, that rock was huge you douchebag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point, spandas (the new chick at work) was sneaking up behind me and doing something random. i turned around and&lt;br /&gt;that caught her off guard, she freaked out and stepped into a bucket of water. she took off her hypercolored sock to let it dry&lt;br /&gt;and i noticed she had a fake foot. HAHAHA NUB!!! it was due to some chinese medical thing used for skin care that she stepped on&lt;br /&gt;as a kid, which had spikes on it. she said "skin care products dont work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd cleared up and we lined up for the flu shot. there were a few lines; one for kids, one for tall people, one for skinny&lt;br /&gt;people. each split up into male/female groups too. i was a bit confused on which one to line up for and kept switching around.&lt;br /&gt;the lady just told me to stand in one and wait. it was the females one. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was my turn, i had to lay down on some machine for them to scan which version of the flu i had. (such a nerdy dream)&lt;br /&gt;apparently i already had v1.3 since i got sick this year, and i needed to get v1.1.1. a couple of other ones were missing from&lt;br /&gt;my chart since i dont go yearly. luckily i fell asleep and the lady gave me the shot while i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, i was walking to canley vale train station with paul and thien when a james bond car (aston martin db9) rips up&lt;br /&gt;the streets. took some hectic turns, drifts around roundabouts and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended up being a top gear review! the next segment showed the 3 guys riding a giant rubber ACME rocket that actually flew!&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing is, they rode it in a dim lit warehouse! the warehouse was filled with walls and walls of tools, chains dangling&lt;br /&gt;off the ceiling and factory machines. the rocket flew smack into a wall full of tools and things fall all over the place. when&lt;br /&gt;they stand up, somehow me, paul and david switched their roles and we were preparing to ride the rocket again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt happy about having stuff nearly squashing my head when we smacked into the tools, but dave was going off with the usual&lt;br /&gt;over the top enthusiasm. as we were setting up for the next ride, the lights come on and james' dad yells at us to get out of&lt;br /&gt;his garage. i tried hiding behind a wall but his mum saw me and shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when the alarm came on and i accidently tore a hole in my favourite blanket =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-9152461022484206902?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/9152461022484206902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=9152461022484206902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/9152461022484206902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/9152461022484206902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-throwing-fluey-nub-footed-rocket.html' title='rock-throwing fluey nub footed rocket riders!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7857063575167020849</id><published>2009-03-26T10:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:46:16.443+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Late for kaya-biking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up at Jocelyn's place (a dream 2 story house) and we slept in on the day we were meant to go kayaking and quad biking! (Honestly, I've woken up every day of this week thinking its either Friday or Saturday, when will this week end!?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I rushed up and got ready, and checked my phone. It was 930 and no one had called or messaged to make sure we were on time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I ran upstairs to get Joey. On the way up, there were kids playing around with toys on the stairs. For some reason, I started singing &amp;quot;Rob Thomas &amp;amp; Santana - Smooth&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A little girl told me &amp;quot;Hey, you're singing it wrong! It's like this&amp;quot;. She opens her mouth to sing and starts singing the song, with the proper music and rob thomas voice! Damn she had the whole she-bang going on LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the end the stairs was a kid/pet barricade. The sort you put up so pets can't come into a room/kitchen or something. I climbed over that to find Joey had just woken up as well, but she was sleeping on a wooden bed frame without a mattress or blanket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Woke up from that dream thinking &amp;quot;oh crap we're late!&amp;quot;, but it was only 615am, still another 15mins of sleep to go on a Tuesday morning =\&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7857063575167020849?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7857063575167020849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7857063575167020849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7857063575167020849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7857063575167020849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/03/late-for-kaya-biking.html' title='Late for kaya-biking!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5473408359274532161</id><published>2009-03-25T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:56:59.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Monster Echo Track (Thien)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;speaking of rides i had a dream last night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;David was driving on the freeway in a black toyota echo and the freeway led into a construction zone where it turns into a massive bmx track, think monster x multiplied a hundred times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so we're there and we figure we might as well do the track in the echo. so the echo's skidding and sliding over the place where we go for this massive jump where we jump it and land onto a suspended platform. the platform turns out to be like 50 metres in the air and we're there with a couple of other bikers doing the course.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;because there were a few platforms beneath us we get this genius idea of using this elastic rope that magically appears out of nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we use it to tie the echo onto the struts linking the platforms and then driving the car off the platform so it swings downwards where the guys would catch it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we do this a few times till the last platform where we're still about 30m in the air. it was at this point we said screw it and vvti'd off the platform.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;next thing u know we're on the ground and theres car parts all over the place and then my alarm went off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5473408359274532161?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5473408359274532161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5473408359274532161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5473408359274532161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5473408359274532161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/03/monster-echo-track-thien.html' title='Monster Echo Track (Thien)'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-612853785374029017</id><published>2009-02-10T06:34:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.271+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Western Sydney Management Center Volcano Excursion</title><content type='html'>it was during a school excursion to the volcano (probably due to too much Red Alert 3)&lt;br /&gt;while we were taking a tour through the caves/halls, i looked out and saw a sludge colored river flowing&lt;br /&gt;it was pulsing and pushing, crawling UP the wall and onto the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden a big chunk of sludge dropped into my open backpack&lt;br /&gt;it was heavy, and smelt BAD! like the waste management centre at WSID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew if it fell on people, they'd either be knocked out from the hit or drown in it, so i shouted LOOK UP! EVERYONE RUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;JUST as i said that, it started to rush down from the ceilings like a tsunami from above.&lt;br /&gt;a massive wave of this sludge started rushing at everyone!&lt;br /&gt;me, jocelyn, some random dude and another random chick bolted for it through the door and into a lecture theatre&lt;br /&gt;we ended up running through a series of connected university lecture halls&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i ran it kept chasing us!&lt;br /&gt;everytime i looked back, the water kept chasing us! i think at that point i screamed, appropriately, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we ran through a few lecture halls, i got tired of running up and down through between the isles&lt;br /&gt;so i just jumped OVER the seats, stepping on the foldable table arm-rest thingies&lt;br /&gt;as i was hopping from chair to chair, i thought "damn i'd hate if i stopped on one of the loose ones"&lt;br /&gt;a short animation appeared (like the one of the lightning guy in benjamin button) with a toilet sign type person running on top of lecture seat tables, falling and hitting his face on the back of a chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found a room to rest for a bit, and i looked around&lt;br /&gt;fan appeared and joined me in the little exploration adventure. he was being annoying and a big jerk (cant remember why)&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, the sludge tsunami came back and since i was already at the exit of the building i bolted out&lt;br /&gt;i shouted "JOCELYN RUNNN!" but didnt know where she was&lt;br /&gt;i heard the two randoms get hit by sludge and scream&lt;br /&gt;freaking out, i looked around outside for something but couldnt find anything.&lt;br /&gt;i started looking through my backpack to find my phone, and damn it stunk! everything was soaked in that waste management sludge!&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find it, but just when i looked back i saw jocelyn dive out of an open window and barrel roll onto the grass! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up a bit, and she said the whole place was covered in sludge. walls were laced and ppl looked like the chocolate guy in the lynx ad, but slimey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the tsunami passed that room, we took a look around the room we just escaped.&lt;br /&gt;we found a smaller room and went in to find a bed and a window that looked out to a car.&lt;br /&gt;i plomped onto the bed to rest and jocelyn locked the door, with a nice "sexy time" devious smile on a face. ;)&lt;br /&gt;instead, i look out the window to check out her darker than legal tinted jazz and pointed out that it looked nice and suggested that we leave the door open in case people are still trying to escape the sludge (yes i know, how gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point i woke up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-612853785374029017?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/612853785374029017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=612853785374029017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/612853785374029017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/612853785374029017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2009/02/western-sydney-management-center.html' title='Western Sydney Management Center Volcano Excursion'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8836222413000515697</id><published>2009-02-08T06:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.271+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Zombie British Pirates, Chan Ho Nam and Gigantic Hairy Doodles</title><content type='html'>this is the first bit i remember while writing this, but i realised there was more to it when i woke up. it was weird, sorta like a dream with a prequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving to work (or uni) and realised i took the wrong way on cantebury road instead of hume. for some reason it was really dark (as if it was night time) and everyone had our lights on and stuff&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty annoyed, was late and traffic was slow.&lt;br /&gt;decided to turn and got into an accident! some fkn mofo clipped me! i was driving the most awesome lancer 2008 ever, drifted it to safety. i spun around twice and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver came out and i grabbed a post-it note and my trusty adobe pen&lt;br /&gt;went up to him and asked for his details&lt;br /&gt;he said "wait, nah nah i can i not give u my details? we'll see how bad it is"&lt;br /&gt;daylight suddenly appeared and it let us inspect the damage much more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my awesomest lancer 2008 evarrrrr took very little damage.&lt;br /&gt;back bumper was dented/scraped on both sides. the car was invincible (like me!)&lt;br /&gt;the other car had small damage on the left back bumper, but the right bumper was absolutely caved in and the metal bits were pressed hard against the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised who the driver was! it was ray, mr chan ho nam himself! fkn full blackie he was!&lt;br /&gt;he had his crew with him, i dunno, pats ppl i guess with a couple of chicks&lt;br /&gt;he was talking to me about small things like "hey man do u know *insert persons name here*? how've they been?"&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking shut up dude i want my car fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually they pulled the metal chassis bits so it wasnt pressing onto the wheel, and surprisingly it came off really easily! like his car was an inflatable toy or something. even made the inflating hissing sound when they did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote down his details and he offered to pay for my damage.&lt;br /&gt;i asked if they wanted a lift to lidcombe station (dunno why) and they said nah its ok, we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene changed and i was sitting in an office with ray and his crew talking about facebook stuff and how to modify video clips or something&lt;br /&gt;i realised that veasna prak was also sitting there playing with my adobe pen&lt;br /&gt;saw the piece of paper he was scribbling on&lt;br /&gt;veas had finished writing an article and was writing the date, but signed it off with two gigantic hairy testicles and a tiny little hairy doodle&lt;br /&gt;his workmate cracked up but his boss was like "WTF VEAS!? WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!?"&lt;br /&gt;"sorry man, i dunno its a reflex or something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene changed again!&lt;br /&gt;i was walking through the supermarket and noticed a newspaper on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;it was veas' article about a zombie pirate invasion at circular quay!&lt;br /&gt;i realised "HOLY SHIT IT WAS REAL! I WAS THERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a flashback to a dream i had earlier in the night (i had forgotten about it because of all the car accident rage)&lt;br /&gt;i was in circular quay and dead bodies were floating under the dock from the sea&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, they started coming up from the ground and surrounding everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how, but i found myself on a raft and the zombie pirate captain was talking all british and olden day language mixed with some weird nigga shit&lt;br /&gt;"HEAR YE HEAR YE! TIS BE A MUTINY! YE HAVE 60 HERE SECONDS TO LEAVE THIS PLACE BEFORE I BUST A CAP IN ALL YO ASSES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked around and memorised an escape route. it was dangerous. i had to jump onto 3 other rafts with zombies on them, but luckily they were still lying down "dead" and not ressurrected yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned to tell phong my plan (who just happened to be at my side) and said "jump in this order, left left right left left right left" like we were playing a video game&lt;br /&gt;i went first and jumped on some zombie bodies while we escaped. i made the balance on the rafts shift though, and that made life a little more difficult for phong, but luckily we made it!!! \o/&lt;br /&gt;after that, it changed to the scene to the one where i was driving to work/uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at this point and thought "ahh FUCK! im late for work!" but realised its a SUNDAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;yayyy day off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Doodles'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5750806963904634402</id><published>2008-12-01T22:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.271+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>hong potter and the tale of dave the douche</title><content type='html'>dave sending out encrypted irc messages to ppl&lt;br /&gt;tricking them into going to city to pick up a security tag with a stretchy string thing attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they finally find it, he made them walk up a few steps to open up a door to a dark room and something scares the crap out of em&lt;br /&gt;they usually faint and hit their head on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;only to be greeted by cops that come and arrest them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the lights in the dark scary room turns on, we found out it was the cinema!&lt;br /&gt;so paul and i went in to watch it&lt;br /&gt;ends up being some harry potter movie, and HONG LY was in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was caught by bad guys, and did the dragonball "KA ME HA ME HAAAAAA!!!" thing...&lt;br /&gt;but nothing comes out hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and he gets flicked away by the bad guy and chased by some weird animals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5750806963904634402?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5750806963904634402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7282946058436926553</id><published>2008-12-01T22:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.271+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>marvel ultimate alliance addictions...</title><content type='html'>this was a while ago, just forgot to type it up&lt;br /&gt;was during the whole "marvel ultimate alliance" addiction phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off in dr strange's mansion where we were being briefed on our mission.&lt;br /&gt;then we heard a loud crash from outside and went to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baddies were attacking the mansion and were after thor's hammer!&lt;br /&gt;i quickly grabbed it and ran outside.&lt;br /&gt;it was snowing and i was very familiar with the place, as if i lived there before.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a gap in the snow and slid down into the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old bomby looking car was inside. i threw the hammer into it and went to open the garage.&lt;br /&gt;a little girl was at the gap in the snow and screamed down "dont open it!" to me&lt;br /&gt;i stopped and while she slid down&lt;br /&gt;it was my "sister" (apparently the superhero me has a sister!) and she told me not to open it&lt;br /&gt;then she started laughing and stole the hammer, transformed back into morpheus, destroyed the power to the garage door and ran away&lt;br /&gt;well FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;ok so i lost thor's hammer, what a mad shit superhero i am lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i decided to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;went to the mall and saw my workmates, each in some superhero outfits&lt;br /&gt;there was spidey, ironman, hulk, wolverine and even captain america!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked by and said hi&lt;br /&gt;that was about it though&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7282946058436926553?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7282946058436926553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7282946058436926553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7282946058436926553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7282946058436926553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/12/marvel-ultimate-alliance-addictions.html' title='marvel ultimate alliance addictions...'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1188222740193639592</id><published>2008-12-01T09:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:58:45.680+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul'/><title type='text'>sex, drugs, women, cars, robots and killer guinea pigs?!</title><content type='html'>After a large dose of tv shows before hitting to sack my great mind came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream starts on the streets of japan, once again i'm with my no.1 girl leah dizon and we're chillin' in a hot spring before jumping into my evo (with bucketloads of poweRrrrrR) and hittin the wangan for some 300km/h runs. after beating several popular japanese racers and being allowed to kick em on the nads, we head off to the airport for a plane to italy where i pick up my pagani zonda. Leah and I grab some risotto (sudden craving?) then head off to the mountains for some windy roads. thrashing my zonda while experiencing orgasms from the screaming v12. we stop off at a lookout point only to find nancy botwin, sean paul, lil wayne and bone thugs n harmony rolling up joints. I sit down with em, take a puff and get totally toasted with the guys, as my head spins and spins the dream warps into me at the cockpit of a gundam robot. I am at a rendezvous point with other gundams, after listening to those emo fucks talk about liberation and saving the world i destroy each robot with my laser sword cause they gave me the shits... stupid emo cunts! I then blast off into space at top speed only to end up in a large space battlefield. the human race is fighting against.... large guinea pigs WTF?! they are destroying platoons of space soldiers and eating all their clothes leaving floating dead nude bodies in space. I eat my sandwich and then proceed into battle, destroying and chopping up thousands of guineapigs and their kronies. The battlefield is clear and theres nothing in sight, i look around at all the corpses and breathe a sigh of relief as i think the battle is over. As i turn around i notice millions more guinea pigs dressed in outfits approaching.. i scream out and go into maximum rage! RAWWWRRRRRRR!@#! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my alarm goes off and i have to get up for work.&lt;br /&gt;Ive really gotta cut down on the tv shows haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1188222740193639592?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1188222740193639592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1188222740193639592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1188222740193639592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1188222740193639592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/12/sex-drugs-women-cars-robots-and-killer.html' title='sex, drugs, women, cars, robots and killer guinea pigs?!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514829149328911112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1325455208565824594</id><published>2008-10-27T23:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.271+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>time travel, myspace parties, cnn porn, speed radars and evo X's</title><content type='html'>so part of the dream started off with me doing my daily routine and strange things started happening&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what happened, but i was telling my goth workmate about it and he said maybe i wasnt from this time&lt;br /&gt;"u could be living in the past and dreaming about all this stuff"&lt;br /&gt;somehow that pulled me back into the past into the 1600's and i was some nostradamus prophecy type of wise-man dude that spoke visions of the future and lived in a barn dressed up in funny gear like in &lt;a href="http://www.mrbillsadventureland.com/reviews/s-t/twinsenR/twinsenzoe2.jpg"&gt;twinsen's odyssey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda woke up for a bit after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next bit was when i was at home, looking out the front blinds at night and noticing ppl getting out of cars wondering "is this the right place?"&lt;br /&gt;there were heaps of people and they started knocking&lt;br /&gt;outta nowhere, kennedy came out from his room and opened the door for these ppl and invited them in&lt;br /&gt;"hey guys welcome to the myspace party!"&lt;br /&gt;dude wtf!? my parents were pissed as hell as well!&lt;br /&gt;so i took a look out the door and there were dozens of people trashing houses down the street&lt;br /&gt;the house on the corner of my street was trashed by an explosion so badly that the house was cleared out&lt;br /&gt;it was still smokey with emergency fire fighters putting out the flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorta woke up and fell asleep again&lt;br /&gt;the dream continued, but this time i was watching a documentary on tv at home... without any pants on (hey give me a break, im at home!)&lt;br /&gt;then CNN did some science experiment with a hot chick stripping down for some magnetic pulse reading thing&lt;br /&gt;fkn then ken came out of his room and sat down to watch it too&lt;br /&gt;fock, time to put my pants back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last bit was when i was driving home and i saw someone get pulled over by a cop&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i decided to stupidly pull over behind the cop (who was behind the other person)&lt;br /&gt;the cop was done asking the person to see a "speed radar detector" and let them off&lt;br /&gt;i look down in my glovebox and see one sticking out (which just looks like a 4x powerboard splitter with an on/off switch)&lt;br /&gt;wtf!? how'd that get there?&lt;br /&gt;so as i was frantically trying to hide it and slam the damn thing shut, the cop sees me and gives me a frikken $81 fine (obviously im still bitter about the parking fine at bondi earlier that day)&lt;br /&gt;he tells me i can get a 50% discount on the fine if i show him the receipt for the radar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was running around cabra with a cop chasing me trying to find the store i bought it at so i can get a receipt&lt;br /&gt;my goth workmate told me which store to go to and i went there&lt;br /&gt;the store owner gave me a receipt but then disappeared&lt;br /&gt;the cop asked worker at the store where he went and was told to go to "platform 14"&lt;br /&gt;he ran off to investigate while i stood there with a docket and a fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a friend (cuong) standing around the block to ask for help but just as he started answering, graham called&lt;br /&gt;man, he sounded so upset and about to cry&lt;br /&gt;he says "man, my car.. *sniffs* its fucked...!"&lt;br /&gt;"whats wrong man?"&lt;br /&gt;"i.. i cant talk about it... its my car"&lt;br /&gt;"which car? u still havn't told me" (im assuming its the 2nd time he's called up to say something about it but not tell me what car it is)&lt;br /&gt;"man, i didnt tell u last time but i got an evo X, but i just crashed it! its so fucked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dude, if that was me i'd cry too!&lt;br /&gt;at that point the alarm went off so i had to get out of bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1325455208565824594?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1802029319032824992</id><published>2008-10-15T20:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>damn FBI</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that Evana worked for the FBI and kidnapped my parents so I punched her in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont remember what else happened, found it in some old logs when I was looking for something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1802029319032824992?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1802029319032824992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1802029319032824992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1802029319032824992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1802029319032824992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn-fbi.html' title='damn FBI'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-2201882827552957028</id><published>2008-09-30T21:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:02:44.060+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Paintball with real bullets, stupid Americans</title><content type='html'>i had a weird dream in the morning but i forgot by the time i got to work =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remember the last bits, and it was something about watching a war movie&lt;br /&gt;with a group of US soldiers going around some desert town&lt;br /&gt;then they were under attack&lt;br /&gt;and one of the US soldiers started exploring a building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i somehow became that guy&lt;br /&gt;and i heard someone sneaking behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly hid behind a wall and just as the person crept in&lt;br /&gt;i shot him!&lt;br /&gt;HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it turned out to be an ally =\&lt;br /&gt;then outta nowhere ppl started saying "CUT!"&lt;br /&gt;cameras turned the lights off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the medic came around, moved his/her hand over the guy's chest and he got back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all started playing some paintball-like shooting game with real bullets&lt;br /&gt;some ppl get killed but they got revived again hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-2201882827552957028?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/2201882827552957028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6063815800851058504</id><published>2008-08-12T21:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Beijing 2008, Spiderman photos and James Jetson</title><content type='html'>i was watching tv, and found that my friend johnny (who does dragon dancing at temple during chinese new year) was singing in chinese in the beijing 2008 olympics promo ad.&lt;br /&gt;his stadium was the Wall-E junkyard haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it turned into the north sydney shopping arcade where hungry jacks used to be (near subway)&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman was standing outside a newsagent with Superman, asking ppl if they wanted to take photos&lt;br /&gt;i took a pic with spidey but ignored superman, because he's a raging homosexual&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman gave me a bag of goodies filled with collectables and cards or something&lt;br /&gt;I left to catch the train home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw James' new car from the train on the way back&lt;br /&gt;it was a futuristic white hovering thing, looked like it came straight out of the jetsons cartoon show or something&lt;br /&gt;gliding along the road while the train moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the last that i remember from that dream&lt;br /&gt;dont think the rest was very interesting anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6063815800851058504?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6063815800851058504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-2389274723976958738</id><published>2008-06-30T19:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:56:59.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>Mayan Pyramids, Vine Chick, and Tn as a female</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;TN's dream:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dream was pretty convoluted. it started off in mexico in some ancient mayan pyramid where me and this chick and dude were being held hostage by a sentient being in a shape of vines. it turns out the pyramid and is connected to another one via an underground passageway and it needed a host to get to the other where another being was waiting for it. so it then took the chick as a host  and from what i can tell one of us guys would be the next host for the what lies ahead and the other would probably be  the dinner for two =\. it then proceeds to drag us along the passageway via a suspended bridge. as we're walking along i noticed that she could only sense us as long while we're in motion so i test out my theory and bobs ur uncle she starts to move around frantically looking for me. i try to signal the other guy to stay still as well but i guess her behaviour spooks him so he just pissbolts as far and fast as he can. it was then that vines started to sprawl out from her and swiftly catches him in no time. after a while it looks like as if she has given up i see her start to loosen the bridge with her gazillion vines.&lt;br /&gt;i then transform into solid snake and start to stealthly sneak up behind her where i then push her over the ledge! unfortunately for me she did her scorpion 'get over here1' move on me and drags us both down to our doom. as i lay there on the concrete floor i see a shadowy figure moving towards me, thinkin it might be the manifestation fo the other thing waiting for us i try to get away but my body just wouldnt move. as it came closer, the figure became clearer to the point i can see it was a man in a labcoat as i start to fade to black. i then wake up to find myself in some lab reminiscent of alice in re. i start to stagger around trying to get my bearings right where i see my own reflection on the wall and i was shocked to see the an image of the chick staring right back at me! as i looked around i see my own lifeless body laying there on an operation table right next to me. as i stared at my body i hear a voice inside my head calling out to me. it took a while before i recognised the voice was that of the hybrid vine chick. i come to the realization that we have somehow switched bodies where at that moment the labcoat dude comes waltzing in and greets me. he tells me that he had successfully transferred my conciousness into her body as it was the only way to save my life and that he was unable to awaken my other self. it seems like my body is a coma though i have somehow developed a telepathic link to her where we can communicate in our minds. i ask him whether he can swap our bodies around again but he says he cant as the technology wasnt there to perform such a task. im like wtf how'd u do it in the first place and he just says it was luck and compatability. so i ask him what about transferring me into another human body preferably male and he replies in that the body has to be at most an hour dead and even then the probability it works was close to nil. it then switches to where im witnessing an abduction of some dude that looked like a mix of ben affleck and matt damonnnn. the doctor then performs the operations and i fall asleep only to wake up again and find the operation was unsuccessful and i could hear the vine chick laughing at me and saying what i think was aww snap! after this i walk home and contemplate my life as a girl where i start get the weird stares from everyone. also im thinkin i'll be stuck with scissoring action for the rest of my life seeing as how im not gay! but then i realise i have these vines and maybe i can use them as tntacles! the dream experiences a series of timeskips into the future where i see myself working in the lab. the timeskip stops some 400 years into the future where i still look the same so maybe i've become immortal or something and i see my body has been kept in a cryogenic state. i guess this meant that the technology has finally caught up to the point where i can finally get my own body back and as i open up the pod she responds telepathically by saying finally then i wake up =\.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get to find out whether we do switch back or what happens afterwards but it seems the dream was a mixture of stuff i've watched recently in the form of feast, the ruins, mnemosyne and a couple of other things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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female'/><author><name>kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046705398076611132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7486006031609694272</id><published>2008-06-30T00:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:00:34.682+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen'/><title type='text'>Big Balls of Fire</title><content type='html'>There was some crazy ass fire. We were told that we had a maximum of 3hrs to get the hell out of our homes coz the blaze was so crazy that it's spreading too fast and the firefighters can't stop it immediately. We grabbed whatever we could out of the house. I grabbed my wallet and a drawer of my shoes. I was having a dilemma deciding which to take as we were all rushing. I went upstairs, for some reason Alan's house was upstairs.. it was kinda combined in the dream, and i grabbed his Hurricanes and his jacket, thinking those were his favourite and quickly rushed back downstairs to put it outside along with the other stuff in the ute (don't know where we got the ute from). when I came back into the house, i turned on the tv. They were giving updates about the fire..which was due to hit the house any minute now. I went to look out the window (the wall where my tv is had a window),  and I could see huge balls of fire erupting in a path heading our way. it was kind of like a volcano. I started to panic and could feel the heat. We all try to get the last of our things before it hit, but luckily, the firefighters were following the flames the whole time, trying to distinguish it. So by the time it reached our house, the flames were put out and they come to tell us the good news. Next door neighbour's house was all crisp and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream then switches to the beach again. we were just walking along a boardwalk and see dead colourful fishies along the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm then wakes me up.. time to get ready for a busy day!&lt;br /&gt;Then I find out that Mummy had a similar dream as well. hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7486006031609694272?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7486006031609694272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7486006031609694272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7486006031609694272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7486006031609694272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-balls-of-fire.html' title='Big Balls of Fire'/><author><name>kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046705398076611132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-5070574250870897368</id><published>2008-06-27T19:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:56:59.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>TN gets the chicks</title><content type='html'>TN's dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my dream started off with me attending some huge uni party or graduation or something at usyd where im driving there in the pulsar looking and getting lost in the 2837129 carparks the place has so i parked in one of the random spots. it shifts to me walking to it where i meet some blonde chick and we hit it off with the hi asl's and it works booyea! she says she's craving for some v energy drink with lime, im thinkin wtf but hey whatever floats her boat so i offer to get it. but it turns out the drinks are at the other end of the campus so i spend what seemed like an eternity walking to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way i meet up with another chick who's also getting a drink so we chat on the way there and by the time we get there, we hear the sirens go off and saying that the party's ending and we have an hourto get out before the gates closes so everyones running frantically to the carpark. but i forgot where i parked so i spend the rest of the day looking for it and only manage to find it when it was like the only car in the lot. unfortunately by then it was too late so the security guards offer me an alternative mode of transportation to get home... a MONSTER TRUCK! naturally i accept and im heading out of the carpark onto a strip of road that really resembles st johns road. as i weaved through the small streets this stupid lady runs the stop signs and t bones me. of course the monster truck was aok so i step outside to check the damage on her car. as i step out she shouts the trucks rolling since i forgot to pull up the handbrake and im running after it and once i got in navigated my way around the cars in the vicinity. just as i pull up the handbrake i ram into the back of a parked ute and proceeded to get the fuck out there asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream then shifts to me at my old raftree house where the interior has been renovated with new tiles and a sauna! only problem now is that on each of the levels of the houses is haunted by a ghost =\. i proceed to confront each of these ghosts and they all turn out to be some pretty cool ghost chicks so i hang with them and thats where the dream ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas a pretty hectic dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-5070574250870897368?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/5070574250870897368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=5070574250870897368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5070574250870897368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/5070574250870897368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/06/tn-gets-chicks.html' title='TN gets the chicks'/><author><name>kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046705398076611132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6046168326345366194</id><published>2008-06-24T00:16:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:00:34.682+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen'/><title type='text'>A Fishy Dream</title><content type='html'>It started off in Paul's red rocket. Not sure what we were doing, but we were near a beach somewhere. Only hopped into the car with him coz he wanted to park his car properly. As he reversed, he missed the wharf and everything was just in slow motion.. Paul cursed and yes, we fell off the edge and into the water. our thoughts were of how bad the damage would be from the impact. But as we reached the bottom, there was only a crack on the windscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream then switches to the shores of some quiet beach. I was swimming and spotted a huge ass gold fish. the monster trucks of goldfish, about the size of a car, but it would only appear for me and no one else was able to catch a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i find myself at some circus thing. Thought I wouldn't be able to see anything c0z curtains were blocking my view, til the show started and I had the best view of the whole show. Some guy was doing a trapeze act while turning himself into a goldfish and turning back at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;The show ended and I was looking for a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and that was my cue to wake up and pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6046168326345366194?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6046168326345366194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6046168326345366194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6046168326345366194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6046168326345366194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/06/fishy-dream.html' title='A Fishy Dream'/><author><name>kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046705398076611132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8085172170643235042</id><published>2008-04-29T10:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:58:45.680+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul'/><title type='text'>Universal Handball Championships</title><content type='html'>it started off with a dream...&lt;br /&gt;a dream to become the greatest handball team in the universe. The team was created, it consisted of me, tn and willy. Our team was called the super sickcunt badass ballers and we were ready to take on anyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tournament took place in nigeria (i got no fkn idea why) and teams from all over the universe attended. we strutted through the great hall scoping out teh competition.. we were pumped and ready to rock. the tournament began! after some easy rounds we made it into the finals where we would play handball against some wierd and gay teams! first up.. we came up against a team called the melbourne metros.. full faggots that wore fluro everything.. we took them out with ease, slogging balls into their poofta faces as they weeped and cried. they eventually gave willy their numbers and wanted him to call them later. the next team we took on were.. team honda. it had david jess and mano this was going to be an intense battle.. we had a brief recess before the battle would begin, during this time i went up to mano who was eating and started grossing him out talking about taking an dump and how he sucked at daytona.. this caused mano to try hit me and eventually running off. team honda was no more! they couldnt compete with only 2 people and so we progressed forward :P. next up ! were... paul's dream superbabes with leah dizon, misa campo, keeley hazell we made quick work out of them and eventually exchanged numbers after the battle.. all three invited us to an afterparty later. Next team we were up against were the wii-ksauces. this had karen, twig and wilson it was an easy victory with karen being emo in the corner, wilson too busy tossing and twig on his own to defend his team. we targeted twig and put him in critical condition before progressing again to the final round! the final team was teh aliens, it had E.T, alien and signorney weaver ? anyways me and tn turned into super sayajin 3 and slogged the ball so hard it through the heads of all 3 for an instant fatality and win! we celebrated by pissing on them as they lie dead on the floor then willy fucking their corpses to rub it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after collecting our trophy and making sure everyone else knew they were shit! we headed off to the afterparty.. after sniffing some coke, eating some brownies, getting drunk and dancing.. leah dizon dragged me to her place for some special victory celebrations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL.. RIGHT AT TEH GOOD PART TOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-8085172170643235042?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/8085172170643235042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=8085172170643235042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8085172170643235042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8085172170643235042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/universal-handball-championships.html' title='Universal Handball Championships'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514829149328911112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8022151239111189356</id><published>2008-04-17T22:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:56:59.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>african willy</title><content type='html'>TN's dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea in my dream yesterday, willy was telling me paul and steve he had an 18 year old african girlfriend haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-8022151239111189356?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/8022151239111189356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=8022151239111189356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8022151239111189356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8022151239111189356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/african-willy.html' title='african willy'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6450363777588372</id><published>2008-04-16T15:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:00:34.682+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HECTIC SPIDER CAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a spider web just behind and above my bed. I destroyed it and 2 seconds later, a larger web appeared in its place. At this point in time I was thinking that this spider must be on speed and got ride of that one as well. Then out nowhere this big motherfucker of a spider appears. It wasn't hairy, but it had pointy legs. It began to spin a web over my bed, made out of cane wood or something similar, which developed into something like a cage. I freaked out, the spider was right above me, with it's pointy legs. I squirmed to the bottom of my bed, kicked one of the bars of the wooden spider-web cage and crawled out.&lt;br /&gt;Scene skips to another day and I'm sleeping. I wake up to find someone has left this shelf-like thing made of the same spider-cage cane wood at the bottom of my bed, except it's kind of dried out and thorny (like a dried rose stem). I remember feeling offended in my dream, wondering "who the fuck would give me that after my spier ordeal?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6450363777588372?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6450363777588372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6450363777588372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6450363777588372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6450363777588372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/hectic-spider-cage-there-was-spider-web.html' title=''/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oh7oO97iR0s/SrGCyWaLOaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vlK06-jEOwU/S220/grug-bicycle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-4688403252152534504</id><published>2008-04-16T10:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Cyril vs the fat blade-face chinese zombie</title><content type='html'>hmm the dream was like something along the lines of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first point i remember is my magician superhero Cyril was trying to outsmart FBI cameras around their building&lt;br /&gt;so it became like a segment in his show&lt;br /&gt;he looked around, then found an alleyway to hide from the cameras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was a look-alike that followed him around, but found something unexpected&lt;br /&gt;it was some fucked-up fat humanoid monster wearing chinese zombie clothes with &lt;br /&gt;blades stuck in its face was walking around the alleyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyril freaked out and ran away, so the monster started going after the look-alike&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i found myself in place of the look-alike and the monster somehow made the stuff in my pocket really really really heavy so i couldnt run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he caught up and offered me deal, join him or get killed&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to punch the damn fat thing in the face but it had blades, so i pushed on and somehow managed to get away with the weights in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached a temple, ran into the first open door and jumped behind the place where they put the fruits and chimes and bells and stuff to hide&lt;br /&gt;stayed there for a bit until some geishas doing makeup noticed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember the rest =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-4688403252152534504?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/4688403252152534504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=4688403252152534504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4688403252152534504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/4688403252152534504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/cyril-vs-fat-blade-face-chinese-zombie.html' title='Cyril vs the fat blade-face chinese zombie'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-1134068411048202780</id><published>2008-04-15T12:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:56:59.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>prison break, insect fuckers and gator wrestling</title><content type='html'>TN's dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooo i had a really crazy dream yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was in prison and there was a riot where me and these 2 other guys managed to break into the armoury and get a couple of mp5s and riot gear with the armour and everything. a cop came in and we had to kill him. and in the armoury there were also a whole bunch of puma clydes and 917s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was checking them and fitting them on, the police managed to take control of the prison and there were only 3 of us left unaccounted for. luckily for us there just happened to be an open window in the armoury and we escaped. however it turns out that the police were actually mercanaries as well and a huge gunfight went on while we were being pursued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we later ended up in a warehouse that turned out to be their main base of operations. so we go in guns blazing jumping over box cradles and shit where i kept crouching and taking single shots but those f**kers wouldnt die everytime i hit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i changed tactics and ran at all of them slitting their throats with a invisible knife or something. turns out that i didnt kill them but merely knocked them unconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream then changed to me in a car on a highway where a gazillion of these little insect monsters were killing and eating everyone in sight. I then ran to a nearby lake where this chick was getting attacked by one and there was an alligator right next to her. so while she's fighting this monster off she smacks the alligator and jumps into the lake where the alligator soon follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while i see the chick is on top of the alligator somehow and then outta nowhere the monster bursts out of alligators body though she manages to escape and we run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream then moves to us going into some circus with all the oddities and freaks. i go to the canteen to get some food then head to one of their museums where surprise surprise i see one of those insect f**kers standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally i got the f*ck out of there and looked for the chick. when i found her, hordes of those f**kers started to descend upon us and everybody started running everywhere. we end up at a beach where he start swimming out into the sea. this goes on for like an hour and we see those things didnt come after us so we treadwater for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scenery then changes to me being in 25m lap pool in my house which was kinda weird and thats where the dream ends.&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple more arcs in the dream but i cant remember them =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-1134068411048202780?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/1134068411048202780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=1134068411048202780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1134068411048202780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/1134068411048202780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/prison-break-insect-fuckers-and-gator.html' title='prison break, insect fuckers and gator wrestling'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-6401758867171526122</id><published>2008-04-11T15:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:56:59.207+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thien'/><title type='text'>arcade games and tornados</title><content type='html'>TN's dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had another random dream yesterday, it start off that we were in a gaming arcade and i was playing the game where u hit the litted areas up with rubber mallets with nina where i totally kicked her ass in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it then switched to a weird daytona machine where it only had one car racing seat and the other was a streetfighter styled joystick setup. me and paul were versing in it where i was using auto on the joystick and we raced where i couldve won it but instead i tried to ram him off instead =\.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream then switched to us being on top of the buildings where we were hopping from one to the next. in the horizon there were like 12 tornadoes where 8 of them joined together and formed a super tornado that was heading our way. we ended up hiding under the stairs on the roof when the tornado struck us. twig then ran out to the side of the roof with one leg over the rails where the tornado came and picked him right up and out. of course we just sat there and laughed and then my alarm clock rang =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start up the dreamcatcher blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-6401758867171526122?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/6401758867171526122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=6401758867171526122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6401758867171526122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/6401758867171526122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/arcade-games-and-tornados.html' title='arcade games and tornados'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3140390846661191239</id><published>2008-01-09T19:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:58:45.680+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul'/><title type='text'>tokyo wangan midnight</title><content type='html'>hey i had a random dream about japan lastnite/this morning&lt;br /&gt;mustve been cause  i was watching japan wangan racing on youtube..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it was late night  in japan..&lt;br /&gt;me, david, twig, steve, mano and our btches were at daikoku futo&lt;br /&gt;and we all scored high powered rides, we were gunning down the  highways at 300km/h+  in our rx7's skylines and silvias. As we were  racing we got stallowned by this unknown nsx.&lt;br /&gt;after we stopped we met the  driver and it was the drift king keiichi tsuchiya&lt;br /&gt;and we all kicked him in the nuts and gave  him a rodney king beatdown&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to eat and there were jap av  stars all in our restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3140390846661191239?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3140390846661191239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3140390846661191239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3140390846661191239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3140390846661191239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/01/toyko-wangan-midnight.html' title='tokyo wangan midnight'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514829149328911112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-3584340219658247984</id><published>2007-12-12T10:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>Leslie Nielsen and my burning school</title><content type='html'>I was in highschool math class, sitting next to Leslie Nielsen&lt;br /&gt;we were making jokes, laughing and getting settled into class&lt;br /&gt;i moved my chair and accidently hit some girl's leg&lt;br /&gt;i apologised and she started talking to me about some other girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, everyones mobile phone started ringing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i reached into my pocket and pulled out my OLD phone (&lt;a href="http://www.semicon.blue-nut.com/resources/nokia_8250/nokia8250.jpg"&gt;the super awesome 8250&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "huh? wow it still works!"&lt;br /&gt;picked up and my dad was frantic, asking me where i was and what was happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what was going on&lt;br /&gt;"im in school, whats wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;for some reason noone else picked up their phone and it was all quiet, so they listened to my call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad calmed down a bit after he realised i was fine, but he said "isnt there something wrong at school? i heard on the radio but im driving right now"&lt;br /&gt;so i looked out of the classrooom window over the oval and saw a big trail of smoke coming from the shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh crap, somethings burning near the schoool"&lt;br /&gt;i looked around and thought we should stay calm and wait for evacuation plans&lt;br /&gt;a minute later, something big exploded and the teacher decides ok lets get out of here&lt;br /&gt;everyone got real frantic and ran out of the room and turned left&lt;br /&gt;i walked but followed left, but realised our room was right next to the exit on the right&lt;br /&gt;so i went back towards the right and out of the building&lt;br /&gt;some classmates followed me outside that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were evacuating, ppl in other classes were just watching videos or something&lt;br /&gt;they didnt know what was going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was all fine up till now&lt;br /&gt;then the embers from the fire started falling&lt;br /&gt;ash and little bits of burning leaves were coming down&lt;br /&gt;that was ok, but then it started raining petrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why or what was causing it, and assumed it wasnt an accident and it was someone doing bad things&lt;br /&gt;i thought "ok im getting out of here!!!" and started away from the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was uphill, past a park next to the school&lt;br /&gt;on the way i had to go past the school carpark, but the petrol rain/fire already got to the cars ahead of me and started lighting up the cars!&lt;br /&gt;so these masses of flaming vehicles were rolling downhill towards me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to dodge them and started running up the hill but then the park began to catch on fire&lt;br /&gt;i thought it'd be stupid to go into the park so i ran up along the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly at the end, i was really tired coz my backpack was heavy&lt;br /&gt;but i was safe enough, looked back and almost everything was burning&lt;br /&gt;except a few houses next to the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when i woke up!&lt;br /&gt;victoryyyyyyyyy~! \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-3584340219658247984?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/3584340219658247984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=3584340219658247984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3584340219658247984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/3584340219658247984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/04/leslie-nielsen-and-my-burning-school.html' title='Leslie Nielsen and my burning school'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-7897642536703947605</id><published>2007-01-10T07:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>my stuff got stolen!</title><content type='html'>so my dad was remarrying my mum for some anniversary thing, and the whole fkn world was invited! relos, friends, workmates, pats boys, uni friends, etc. ppl were all over the place, and it was hectic busy around the house. i was busy running errands, so i left people to play on the wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get some food, and then my mum asks me to go buy something (cant remember what). it was pretty late (i think midnight), so i told someone to just keep playing while i left and get stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving around, i realised that something was wrong with my car. it felt sluggish whenever i tried to move from a standstill. while driving, i "kicked the front right tyre with my foot" (yeah, as you do when ur usually driving) and realised the fkn tyre was missing! wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i drove a bit further (INTO the train station) and up the ramp, then down to the tickets only area where people wait for the train. i saw some dude and stopped in front of him to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got out and looked at my car, THE WHOLE CAR JUST TURNS INTO A WHITE BASE! (just the frame). it didnt even have tyres! the thing was just sitting on bricks! im thinking WTF! WHERE DID MY CAR GO!? the guy said "dude, ur car got salvaged." so i was fkn furious! how am i gonna get to work now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, lum calls me up and tells me "hey twig, u'll never guess what i managed to buy today" and shows me a picture of my wii in his arms. dropped by his place to ask him stuff, he showed me my wii, but it was a little different. he had a cd burner attached to it using lego peices, but i knew it was my wii coz it was hectic modded. the difference was mine had a dvd burner or something. WTF! WHO STOLE MY WII, COMPUTER AND CAR!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so talking to lum for a bit, he told me where he bought the stuff from. at that point, i realised we were in a study room or something with all these books and decorations around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kyle's mum and dad (southpark characters) come in and ask if i wanted food. i said it was ok and they leave, JUST as a big build version of kyle walks by the hallway with a goatie. lum said he bought it back for me and gave it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still fkn furious, and went to the place where they were selling stuff. saw some of the dudes and realised THEY WERE PATS BOYS!!! FKN PATS BOYS WERE DIRTY ROBBERS! so pretending to look around for stuff, i saw my dvd burner at the back where there was a massive pile of stuff "to sort thru". i knew it was mine coz it had a post-it on it saying "DO NOT USE TO BURN DVDS" (which i really DO have on my dvd rom because its dead!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 3 guys in the store altogether. one to my left (peter nam), one to the right (dunno just some cambo dude), and one in the storeroom moving stuff around (some skinny dude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when noone was looking, i hit peter nam with something really hard and he was out cold on the floor. jumped over the counter and stuff that i didnt own to check out my burner at the back, and then i saw all my car parts! fkn theives! so i grabbed a screwdriver, sneaked to the front and stabbed the cambo guy in the chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up!&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-7897642536703947605?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/7897642536703947605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=7897642536703947605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7897642536703947605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/7897642536703947605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-stuff-got-stolen.html' title='my stuff got stolen!'/><author><name>twig</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ih0G_MpWiYU/SLluoTm10_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a4-gyOpb6JI/s1600-R/kung_fu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8122592074973018567</id><published>2004-12-06T11:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:02:59.095+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen'/><title type='text'>Magpies and Playdoh</title><content type='html'>my gosh i had a weird dream last night&lt;br /&gt;i was just sitting on teh bench. I look up and there were 3 magpies staring at me as tho they're about to swoop if i moved. They all had nests next to them with eggs inside. When i did move, they started to throw their eggs at me. Their eggs were the size of footballs and they all had football helmets on them, (u know the ones that the dumb Americans wear?!) 2 of them went splat on teh floor while the last one kept bouncing! so the magpie started throwing more bouncy balls at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then moved on to another dream. Different setting. it was hailing and there was a alcoholic drink that everyone was drinking and getting sick coz it was made out of playdoh??? i started playing with it and moulding it. then i woke up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1776430552440377024-8122592074973018567?l=destined-fantacize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/feeds/8122592074973018567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1776430552440377024&amp;postID=8122592074973018567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8122592074973018567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1776430552440377024/posts/default/8122592074973018567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destined-fantacize.blogspot.com/2004/06/magpies-and-playdoh.html' title='Magpies and Playdoh'/><author><name>kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046705398076611132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776430552440377024.post-8752052313807595089</id><published>2004-10-01T23:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:54:47.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twig'/><title type='text'>crazy mutant rabbits in cabramatta!</title><content type='html'>it starts off with ann doing something to a rabbit, i dunno what (poking it with a stick perhaps?). the rabbit got pissed and started chasing us, but the thing is it turned kinda green and grew and grew and grew until it was bigger than a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hopped into a jeep along with a few other friends (i think tien was driving) and he sped his way down a jungle version of cabramatta road. the damn rabbit kept growing and gaining on us until we reached the ampol petrol station. it hopped really high and landed in front of us, so we were forced to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hopped around and around in one spot and screaming "IM GOING TO KILL U!" and it made dents into the ground. then all of a sudden it stopped and goes "but first i have to go see my band!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took it as a cue to take off and between its legs and over the dents on the ground. it got angry again and chased us, but this time it got smaller and smaller. i had one leg hanging out of the jeep and held onto a pole or something, and that kinda put the balance off. for some reason ann was driving now, and she kept swerving into shops and poles and stopping.&lt;br /&gt;luckily the rabbit kept getting smaller until it wasnt a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sped past cabra station and then drove onto the footpath only to see sarah (tien's friend) pick up some chick (agnes i think?) with "hi im sarah cohen. nice to meet u" (obviously too much theOC for me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then stopped at my bus stop, and i got off to wait for the bus. sean and james were there waiting for me. we all got off the jeep. hapi was talking to screw about downloading some movie. i asked what movie and he goes "a need for style" (wtf?!) i didnt get it so i threw a half empty fanta bottle at him. he asked me something about what program i used to watch divx movies or something. the bus came, said bye and i woke up after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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