Alberthein1

Welp, I thought it'd be a good time to change this because;
1. The previous one is a long one..
2. the images there don't even work anymore. And they haven't for a while now..
3. It's also really old..


But journals like this are a bit.. lack luster? Just to shove something away?
Ohwell. Go chill out on "dai ko myo". Give it a listen, it's on youtube.

Good day to ye

So I read Loy's journal (because it's hilarious) and remembered that this was a thing.
YES, LETS GO.

Pokemon Randomizer: randompokemon.com/ 
should already be on the proper settings. 
Only one Pokemon per question. 
Tag one or more person when you're finished. Maybe.

This Pokémon is you:

Flight's nice. Wait, that's BRAVIARY. NOICE.

1. This Pokémon is your best friend:

Two badasses, aaaight.

2. This Pokémon is your boss that you need to impress for a promotion:

I don't see what wouldn't impress a numel really xD (I'm set for life.)

3. This Pokémon is your partner for your science project:

shit.

4. This Pokémon is looking for every way possible to murder you:

ffffffffffffffffffff, I remember that thing smashing buildings like jenga in the trailer of the old pokémon.

5. This Pokémon is your mother-in-law:

I could see this work out pretty nicely.

6. This Pokémon is your boyfriend/girlfriend:

Braviary and a Glaceon.
(must refrain from making "chill jokes" about her being "cold" or an "icequeen/nicequeen", her giving "cold shoulder" or "cooling" me down after fights etc.)

7. This Pokémon is your ex:

what was I thinking.

8. This Pokémon stalks you every waking moment:

I guess he could, considering he's psychic.. I'm not sure to worry about that or not.

9. This Pokémon likes to snuggle with you:


awww

10. This Pokémon ate all your cheesecake:

DAMN YOU LITTLE BIRD! (you're already dead, but still.)

11. This Pokémon is what you felt in your bed last night:

I felt that allright.


Are you serious though?
oh.
...

12. This Pokémon banged your mom:

(to qoute Loy in this; )
...
*raises finger*
...
*opens mouth to say something*
...
...
*walks away*

13. This Pokémon will do anything to try and get in your pants:

A stoner trying to get in my pants?
Although it says the pokémon will try anything, it doesn't sound very convincing with this guy x)

14. This Pokémon died by your own hands:

This makes things complicated.

15. This Pokémon is your loyal companion for life:

F-YEAH, HAWLUCHAAAA!!

16. This Pokémon reads you bed time stories:

I have a feeling that he's going to tell me the creepiest bedtime stories ever that never end well.
Ohwell, got to get brave from something I guess..?

17. This Pokémon is your loving pet:

Aww, they grow up so fast!

18. This Pokémon is your creepy dentist:

Atleast I know I'm dealing with a cold-hard professional. One might even say "Permafrost Professional".

19. This Pokémon is what you dream about every day:

I love birds!

20. This Pokémon is what you found in your basement when you moved into your new house:

Probably lots of em too.

And then a few optional bonusmajiggers

21. This Pokémon watches you sleep:

He just aspires to have or be part of the awesome team I have. I don't mind..

22. This Pokémon is your guardian angel:

Adorable, although I don't think he's strong enough to even take a hit for me should he feel it to be necessary..

23. This Pokémon won't rest untill it has a lock of your hair to cherish forever:

As I said, impressing my boss won't be very hard. I'm sure.

24. This Pokémon will be there for you when you need it:

Man? you seein' this? I got a nidoking as pet, a armaldo as best friend, a Hawlucha as life long loyal companion, ARTICUNO? and I'm the effin Braviary. MMMHM. COME AT ME BRAH.

25. These Pokémon want to form a band with you (generate 3 here):

How are these guys even going to play instruments? Oh, steelix could play a gigantic xylophone.. Nidoran could play a banjo maybe? And spoink. Ehm. EHM.
I'll just sing and dance or something.


I should be tagging people?
EVERYONE, GO DO IT IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT, IT'S QUITE SOME FUN.
I find it hilarious to read anyways.


Although you GOT to do this.
sometime man.. sometime..

I felt like puttin this here. Don't be suprised (or well, if you wanna.. I won't stop you) about it being A LOT.
*This dream has been had in one session without interruptions.

ENJOY!

The first thing I remember was seeing a field with grass from the sky in a diagonal angle. I saw a game interface (light blue) and the field was set up in squares lined off by small pathways that connected to a broader pathway of dust/sand. It was sunny out. I was "playing" this "game" with Olof in the body of a mix of Olof and Sven (both my brothers) combined. The mix also seemed to have an effect on Olof's balance in emotion and he was easier going for me like Sven would be. In my interface I could select a variety of generic zoo-animals and there were other tools too though I didn't even look at those. Me and Olof quickly just jokingly selected only elephants and chose to walk the grounds. I remarked how the visitors would come from far and wide to see these elephants (Of which there was now one in every square) and the poop they'd make we could sell as fertilizer. The elephants were, albeit very realistic, extremely static. The just stood there in their squares. I wondered if someone came to collect the poop or if they went to the potty themselves, because I felt like they did but there wasn't an inch of flattened grass around any of the elephants. Like, maybe they moved when I didn't look. Further down the thicker part of the road was a small building that looked like a generator-shack. It had a stair-like ditch besides it where the poop would go and the ditch ended in a tunnel. Me and Olof (and some random kids, two boys and a girl) decided to go adventure down the poop-tunnel. yyyep.

Down the poop-tunnel we found a school, which for the first few floors was actually quite clean albeit in state of dissarray and dust and spiderwebs and such covered it. A few more floors down however, the floor was covered in mushy diarrhea from the elephants (must've been given too much water, eh.). Olof was up front, drudging through it while I tried to climb the bookshelves. I broke a few, but didn't fall and found out it was best to hold onto the places where the screws were in the wall instead of the planks themselves. My brother Olof, now more grouchy than first sounding more like himself in a bad mood, told me not to do that because the kids were doing what I did and they would probably fall and hurt themselves (not to mention the poop). Also, he didn't want me to damage the place anyfurther, so druging through the poop I went. at the end of this floor, however, I noticed a cave-like entrance, which I will call a gate from now on, which had an entirely different athmosphere from the dark poop-dungeon I was in (Which didn't smell by the way!). As I looked into the frame, showing a castle, the gate quickly went over me to bring me into the new dream.

Standing in this castle made of bare grey brick, I knew immediatly what was afoot and lots of knowledge was readily available. The gate, with Olof and the kids, I could still feel humming in my back, and I felt the previous dream still there.. although it is only now that I noticed this. The castle-part where I was was shaped like a flattened pentagon and had an opening in the middle like a plaza of sorts. The textures of these dreams were remarkably gorgeous by the way! The air was moody and there was a slight mist. I also noticed I didn't look like myself anymore; instead I looked like a young man without any hair on me chin (or luscious curls ): ) short hair, a red, finely adorned robe (I was a wizard indeed, huzzah!) and a more slim-style frame. The situation I was in is as follows; I was at one end of the building, but I had to go full circle to meet my family. However, the building had been sieged by generic orcs and goblins for some time so my family had few guards. These guards didn't know me and they'd know better than to let their guard down during the calm of the storm. I had to be sneaky enough to meet my family first so that I wouldn't be seen as a sneak attack and get mushed by those that I'd like to help. I sneaked through the rooms, until I met the first guardian; The Barbarian. He was a very muscular man, sculpted chin with a fine beard and a knot/small ponytail on his head. He was bare chested and wielded a two-handed battleaxe. He was also wounded, and leaned against the doorframe. The moment I noticed this I flew to his aid, to see if I could help any. The honesty of my intentions must've gone from that to him, for first he flinched but soon relaxed and pointed me beyond the doorframe he was resting against. He seemed a very wise man. I walked onward, unable to help him, and saw in a glimpse of a doorframe the other guardian. A female acolyte  or clerc/joker. She was blonde with short, somewhat wild hair, and wearing mostly white. She had long sleeves that weren't connected to her dress that ended in a skirt. She was wary of my presence but took no action, her face speaking volumes. After another room I ended up in a room my mother was resting in. She lay on a two-person hospitalbed with next to her sitting on a chair, Sven. I immediatly ran to her to hug her (to which I now wonder how they recognised me if I didn't look like myself). Sadly though, she could barely move and was quite a bit away so the hug I gave wasn't as satisfying as I'd have hoped (clavicle hug, no heart-heart interaction). I don't know what I might've said to my mother, but I began talking to my brother afterwards. We jokingly started a dialogue on me being captured by the orcs, but me being eternally annoying by talking on and on and on. They woudln't be able to knit my mouth shut and any adhesive, like tape, would just fall off. Nobody would want to buy me and even though they wouldn't feed me I was immortal anyways so they were to be perpetually cursed with the magical chatterbox. We laughed a good bit, and I'm sure you might've too if I remembered the dialogue correctly ^^"

After this, I took my time to look around the place. The room the Acolyte was in I could now see better, and she sat on a two-person bed with soft, dusty dark-green sheets and a light green rim. There was a window and a bookcase with green and yellow books in them that were proper kept and inlined with gold. The Barbarian was there now too, as he sat, closer ot me, on a thick pillow of sorts. The Barbarian looked worried and the Acolyte still had that unfriendly face thowards me. They may or may no have had a carpet. heh. I scuffled onward, and somehow (don't remember how) found myself down a large set of spiralling stairs that circled around a large circular diningroom. The diningroom was finely adorned and put up an entirely different athmosphere. Although the floor was lined with a red velvet carpet, the tables were nicely covered and the food looked great.. there was this small back feeling of deceit. There were lots of people "chatting" with the food, which sounded like generic resaurant background noise.. I can't vouche for actual conversations. They seemed a bit like they were talking like speakers, instead.. not moving their jaws for the sounds they produced but jet showing different emotions. The Diningroom had a large opening from just where the staircase ended to the other side of the room. The opening was held open with a few large columns made of brown stone. Through the opening one could see a flying island in a golden/black cosmic athmosphere.

Anyhoo, there was this one guy in the Diningroom, which I'll call a "Death Dealer" from here on, that was a most peculiar humanoid. I call him humanoid because he had certain dismorphisms and didn't act very cultured. ("Dood Doener" is the term I got from the dream for Death Dealer, real cheap name, mmhm) The Death Dealer was very skinny, bald decently long nose, walked very crickety and felt like touching everything he thought was interesting, prying and poking them with his long fingers. His fingers doubled in lenght for each digit, and the finger tip was thicker than normal, softer too. His movements (crickety) were very static, bit bird-like. He was a very odd fella. We didn't give him much attention at this point. Also, at this point, my father had joined me (my mother was oddly walking along too, now that I think of it.. WHAT WAS THE HOSPITAL BED 'N ALL THEN FOR.) Sven was along too and somewhere Olof must've have been, but I'm not sure. We had to cripple our enemy, the ones who sieged us, which was where the third guardian came in. It was an asian woman with long black hair, and a white robe. She could fly and my camera/view was currently following her as she went to the island floating in the golden/black cosmic area. The island was adorned with greeklike ruins, and we were to defeat the mages of the dark side which were on it. There were three. With the camera now focussed on her, the asian woman summoned her nature powers, which visually manifested themselves as the mark of the bountiful tree behind her coloring her robes and the leaves making a regal high collar behind her head, power of thunderstorms as a boa around her arms and neck and the power of water as a slight luminant mist around her ankles and feet. She combined these powers and threw them at the camera which switched back and forth to three different positions after her doing the action three times on the three different targets. The "attack" she made was something looking much like the mist, but like flying luminant pearly baubles in a hexagonal pattern forming themselves in a tunnel. The tunnel shaped into a heart about one meter before hitting the target, which was instantly smitten with love and K.O.'d by the awe of the beauty. As she manifested her powers, she grew very old very rapidly for a short moment until the powers were fully manifested. The first target was a wizard wearing only black, the second was exactly the same as the first (only now a different position on the island) and the third was on the exact opposite position of our fine guardian.. but it was not a wizard. It was comic-relief. The camera angle showed a large coal-black steamtrain, floating very stabily in the cosmic athmosphere as it just stopped with the cow catcher on the island. Climbing from the front of the train were three comically drawn and 3-D rendered characters, of which one dog, a woman and noone other than Tintin, which got hit square in the face and K.O.'d. The woman and the dog happily came with us (the dog was not Bobbie, tintin's dog. It was a strange mocca 'n white colored dog with a beany head shape). The following transition from the island to the diningroom felt especially cheap; They (Plus somehow us, as we were there somehow) simply walked down from out of my camera/vision range, to which the camera/vision switched back to the Diningroom and we all walked happily into camera range again, so avoiding any logic as to how we got to the island or came back at all.

However, having come back, I suddenly noticed most of the people there were suddenly very interested in one of our characters (It might have been a child, or the dog I'm not sure) and they all began to move very crickety like the Death Dealer, revealing themselves to be one themselves. Some still had their old clothes/richperson masks on, others were already like the first one I had seen. They all amassed on our poor new companion and I felt disgusted at their lack of culture/respect etc. So, I went to a piano nearby and started playing a song I recognised (back then I recalled it being from one of my older repertoires, but that I haven't played it in a loooooong while. I don't recall anymore which song I played in the dream.. just that I love it. ): ) but differently so that they couldn't copy it entirely, ofwhich I was certain they could. That way I could distract them another time should It be necessary. My companions left up the stairs and I stopped playing so that I wouldn't be ambushed. We then left via the stairs and the comic woman talked with the dog (which didn't reply, maybe nodded) which she deemed a good listener and thus she was very happy. The Barbarian opposed silently, knowing the dog didn't understand shit.
And I never got to see the end of the stairs because I woke up right there.


But that might actually be better, since this was already quite long as it was.. hehehe. I quite liked this story. Even if it was quite gloomy mostly, I was very happy throughout it all.
I was so happy I barely noticed that my mother was in a hospital bed at all. I was just happy to see her again. And there were jokes everywhere..
And that power transition of that asian woman was so cool! I should draw it.. perhaps.. And that Barbarian. I had such respect for the guy.
And although in most parts my dream was very cool and the textures were amazing and such and I like the story, there were times my dream was being very cheap and I wonder if that was for comical effect or not

It was a rediculously long journal right there.

..soooooooo, how was your day, reader?

So wanted me to do this 'ere 'Tagged' thing.
Since I already sorta ish did one of these, I'll refrain from taggin' ^^"

Ten facts eh?
1. I love my belly; it's not too big, but it's big enough to be a belly and I can drum on it and it is something I can hold.
2. I Love looking at nature, the sky and all of it. I also love rain and standing in the midst of thunderstorms!
3. Sadly, although I like staring at the sky, I can't; When I look at the sunny sky for a bit I sneeze, and can't look anymore.
4. When I was small, I actually slightly enjoyed the smell of my farts, they were usually accompanied with humor and comfortable to breathe. Something I can't say about smoke.
5. I have a single lamp connected to my table to light up my entire room (no ceiling lights.). This works because my walls and ceiling are white and white reflects all colors, thus lighting up my entire room by reflection.
6. I intend to become a geneticist that builds further thowards the genetic manipulation of the human Genome. There is just so much possibility there!
7. I think a lot. A lot of that time that I spend thinking I think about others and how I can best react to them/do something for them with the most positive outcome. (you can shove this under being worrisome)
8. My entire reason for happiness is the fact that I exist and never had to ask for it. Here ya go, free infinity!
9. My mind is a wee bit fragmented at times, and it manifests itself in different ways on different times.
10. I solve problems that I don't need to solve, such like fav.me/d7cwnhq which are name plates for floors in my building that were missing. But also things related to fact 7.

1. How are you today?
after making half a test (Genetics. At first it was put in two parts on two dates. I failed the first part, didn't do the second because it was to busy near that dat with other tests I didn't want to fail. Today was the redo, I actually had to do both parts but I just did the first in the hopes that next year I only have to do the second part.. mostly because I didn't understand most anything from the second part today. Chances are big that I'll have to do both parts next year either way ¦:l) I tried to go study but a friend of mine was sitting next to me with 9gag because she was done for the year. So I went "home" instead and tried to study there, which turned out to be dismal because it was sunny and a "naturist" interest flew over me so I just sunbathed in my room (4th floor).
I ate quite the food though (Green beans, brocoli, cauliflower and red potatoes with noodles, lumberjack steak and hamburgers)
I've enjoyed the internet, the music old 'n new, the liveliness of people I don't know aaaand I studied a little.
So I'm not entirely content with how I did my day, but it wasn't perse a bad day.
Eventhough I didn't learn what I wanted to, I learned other things atleast.

2.What is your favourite food?
My mothers Lasagna, the way she used to make it. Nowadays, she still caaaan make it the way she used to but usually she does it differently, trying new things. although that isn't necessarily bad, It just doesn't get any better that how it was. There isn't another person I know that does it like she does, even if there are other great lasagnas out there.
Other than that, there is a certain mix of Brazilian food I quite like; White rice, blackbeans 'n pork (Fejiouada, spelling might be wrong) and some kind of maizepowder with small bacon thingies and lots of nice spices (I wish I remembered what it was called..)
It's delicious, mmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmm...

3. How often do you check your dA messages?
More often then I ever need to. It ranges from trice in a half hour or less to once in two hours but that hugely depends on what I'm doing with my time at that moment. In most cases, I check too often, but take long enough on writing and checkingmy replies (in sufficient amounts of cases) to make it seem like I didn't see it immediatly.
Although I don't always respond the moment I see a comment, and sometimes I let a comment simmer in my mind before I react.

4. What is your favourite fictional character? (not your own)
That's a hard one.. And if it weren't that I believed that God was real I could've put him here
But currently I'm quite fond of this Character called "Duane" from the webcomic "Unsounded".
www.casualvillain.com/Unsounde… <- this one. It's awesome, go read it (:
(I'm pretty sure that, weren't I not sleepy now, I would've given a 'better' answer. A more factual one perhaps.)

5. Who is your favorite out of your own OCs and why? And please include a link to them!</b>
Thaaaaat would be Luminous, or Lumi. Sadly, I've never written him out, but I daydream enough to keep him alive and growing. Basically, Luminous is the God of planet Eursa. Planet Eursa is an ever shifting planet, hollow with (for now) diamond cogwheels in it spinning by the force of Luminous. The cogwheels are directly under the plates that shift on command by luminous, which is to say every random amount of days or years the planet looks completely different. Luminous is a humanoid fella with accents of a lion. He shines a gold light and with it he provides the light and the heat for the planet (with the end of his tail). The light is essentially reflected by the dark destructive cloud around Eursa that looks like a night sky. Usually Lumi resides within the planet. Luminous's character is entirely made to fit the purpose of building events and situations on Eursa so that the greatest stories arise. He has good sense of humor, but little to no regard for human life etc. when it comes to making the best story. And making stories (and telling them to kids)  is all he does, and what he does best! (Obviously I would've done him on 4.</u>, but I couldn't.)

6. Where is one place you would love to travel?
Soooooooo many places.. I would love to go to the bone church in Prague! or to Tierra Del Fuego.. Or to those hexagonal rocks on the shore of scotland (I think?), maybe to hawaii to see an exploding volcanoe... Or to the Naked City - Cap d'agde in France! (It's a naturist/nudist town, as Naked City implies). But at the current, the place I'd like to be most would be the mediterranean sea, just in a boat that gently goes up 'n down with the sun shining telling me I can relax and that vacation really finally came in all it's splendour and glory. No more tasks, no more anything.. just time to take in the athmosphere and let it go through my empty mind as I smile at the sun baking me gold'n brown.. *deep breaths*
*plunges in the water*

7. What is the strangest dream you've had?
Ehm.. considering you've put up this question, I hope you're ready to read because I remember dreams pretty good sometimes.
This is one of the weird ones, and not a little weird too.. (I even remember a melody that came in it, but giving you A minor's wont help you probably ^^" - It's good I wrote it all down though, might've been a bit confusing otherwise.)
The first thing I chronologically remember is being in some hilly suburbs with roman style brick-housing and 2m x 3m big blue windows (the roads for walking in between houses were kinda zigzaggy spiky up and down, but straight). Me and some dude that I didn't know (he had curly hair like I used to have, short. He had a big head. I never saw him face to face, only from the corner of my eye) were making car sounds when we suddenly learnt we could fly like podracers from starwars. What it looked like was basically, we lied down in the shape of a lobster (arms bent but forward, legs straight) and hovered over the ground with our bellies facing the ground. (By the way, we weren't making car sounds with our mouths, it was just there but we made it. It sounded like a muscle car too and very realistic). I remember that this kind of flying was really strange to experience contrary to other dream-flying mechanisms because I had to tilt myself to turn down the small corridors and as I tilted my entire vision would tilt with it. Not only that, but the feeling of gravity itself would tilt with it aswell, even though gravity was maintained. After a while I would meet my best friend fo life, George. At that time I was walking again, and George wanted to show me something cool. He said he could ride the air (like we did, but he didn't know better). However, he started to sit straight up in mid air and started to move around slowly, like he was riding an old style car. Seeing it you could almost hear the "Put put put" from the exhaust xD. He even had to use to clutch to switch gears, which sadly didn't effect his speed at all! Having just flown around as a podracer, I just had to set this straight with him. We flew around like podracers for a while when unnoticed the area changed, but we were still racing. We were in a castle now, built like a legoracing game, but not of lego. I felt like I had done this level far too often (first time, heh) and went around to look for secrets as I flew like a podracer (but slowly, which is even weirder, although by now the vision had shifted to thirdperson view). So I went into this seemingly dead-end room with this huuuuuuge bookcase (dark brown with colorful books.. the cliche fantasy bookcase. Except it was huge, and a wee big angled but you wouldn't notice fro mthe front.) At the top of the bookcase was an suspicious octagon, that you normally wouldn't notice because the doorway wouldn't show as much and usually most people would've backed away from the room by then. As I flew to the bookcase it seemed to look more like a ramp and I could go vertical to the octagon. A SHORT -CUT, WOOHO- if not that it was a very precise thing to go through. Sadly I didn't manage and bumped into the edges of the octagon again and again, but in the daydreams of my dreams I could see it work. A little while later we found ourselves (we being me, George, a dude that looked like a less-black version of a black friend of mine and I think a fourth fella) driving a bigger "phantom" car driven by George (felt like a hoodless hummer) through a city with many tall skyscrapers. It was dark and stormy and after driving a little bit I noticed tornadoes spawning. The skyscrapers slowly revealed more and more till there were about 11 of them. We turned the car around and started walking when out of nothing - like the gasses of air assimilated themselves - a creature spawned. It looked a bit like (fav.me/d58vnei ). He was small though. Ever since we started walking we had these awesome equipments, like Final Fantasy 7 style Soldier 1st class costumes and I had a modern combat battle vest and awesome dark blue metal gloves and I punched the monster as it jumped me. I however, punched through it as if it were a ghost. Instinctively I knew that only a few handpositions would work on the beast. However fancy as that may have been, instead I picked it up (1st person again) and placed it in an enchantment screen, as if the beast was an item. Before enchanting however, I closed the enchantment screen - which teleported me to a richly adorned, mahogany a red 'n dark forest painting and all that jazz mansion. I opened the enchantment screen again and enchanted my gloves with the beast (which oddly enough both had the "Poison" attribute) and turned the gloves a light blue with a little glowiness to them. Now the dream became fragmented (my mind was clear, but it just broke down till it constructed again). I was now playing a streetfighter-like game with George. Me and him were both playing as two sacks of dorito's chips fighting each other. Also, there are no chips in the dorito's sacks, they were filled with gummy bears. The goal was to amass as much gummybears of victory on your side that it reached the top of the screen. My vision was initially of the tv screen, but as I am a curious semi-lucid person in this dream, I looked around in the nothingness of space where I and George were gaming, which I did in third person more like a camera going out of control of my own body (as I could see it was still playing). We were playing on a nintendo 64 I think? The dorito bags attack as you might think. The first thing we did was jump into one another and explode into gummybears xD. After getting the hang of it in the second round the game became 3 dimensional, and there was this outward sticking platform where the screen should be. I jumped down upon it and found a cave with torches, but it was very dark. As I walked through the hall/cave the doritos bag turned into link.. or someone looking like him. and I found myself in a hyrule-like field which was huge. The background wasn't fit for the size of the map and you could see part with clouds and then suddenly grey. I had a sword and a lot of other link-like equipment already, although what exactly I don't remember.. I had the ball 'n chain from Twilight princess I think. At the end of the field there was this huge dark castle. There were enemies in the fields, but I didn't get any time to see them because the enemies on the castle had the ability to grab me from across the map (which made me think that these creatures weren't made for this map). It was a bit like the force. And when they had me they'd just throw me away again. I can only explain these beings as dark purple chubby bigheaded silly-faced open skulled beings with long thick blocky fingers.. except for their leader. Their leader was mostly similarly built, but he had the face of someone who was sick of everything with a standard emo-hairdo. His head was round, compared to the ovalshaped headed minions. They flung me around between then a few times untill I was thrown onto a broken tower with many of the minions. It felt like a boss fight, and as I was rummaging through my stuff trying to figure out what to do about it.. I woke up.
And this dream is more that questions 1 - 6 put together. Geez. This is one of the oddest dreams I remember!

8. What is your favourite movie and/or book?
I don't read many books, but I think that "The Chronicles of Narnia; Voyage of the dawn treader" is one of my favourites. That with another dutch book I got, but the title wouldn't help you much anyways ^^"
My favourite movies would be The Iron Giant, Treasure Planet, Leon the professional, The Maiden Heist and The Green Mile.
I can probably name more, but I'll just stop there.. jep.

9. What is something about you that we might not know?
I have spent a great deal of effort in my youth trying to make the lives of others better specifically in a way so they'd never know I did it. Nowadays, I seem incapable of doing it with such an efficiency as I used to be able to and I miss it dearly, however not being able to do so has made me a more social person in general because I had to switch tactics.

10. What is you favourite time of year?
I think I prefer vacation time, but I'm not sure.. Sometimes vacation can be mindnumbing and the days seem to fly by (they don't ,but it seems like it when I look back everytime during the vacation) while during the working days you can have a day in which you do tremeandous amounts of things, have schedule for waking, working and sleeping and get to feel that efforts pay off.
Then again, summer offers the chance for enlightenment in my own pace while working days are STRESS and force you into events of enlightenment which are both positive and negative because there might be a rare case where I'm not mentally prepared, but positive because it shows what I am made of and what I can work on. I just need to learn to add a sleeping rhythm and to do something productive during vacations and then they beat working days any day.