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I work on my fiction all the time. Even when I'm not writing. I lay down in bed, preparing to go to sleep, and think about what could happen next in my stories, where the characters should go, any action, any detail I'm missing, blah blah blah. Well, this time my fiction bit me back.
The night before last, I had a dream that I was a gundam pilot. I've never had a dream where *I* was involved. I've dreamt plotlines and stuff, but I've never dreamt *I've* been a pilot. And we weren't nice pilots either. It was me, Heero, Duo, and this guy I had for gym class in high school whose name I can't remember. Anyway, we (the 4 of us) bought this beautiful mansion that was built into a cliff that was on the ocean, so that we could keep our gundams. We flew over the ocean alot, but kept getting caught in the electrical lines (don't ask me why we had electrical lines out in the ocean). I don't remember any real purpose that we had, except we let the entire military move into our house, and ended up killing alot of them because they wouldn't give my friend whose name I can't remember a ticket to get into Willy Wanka's chinese buffet. It was just plain weird.
Had to let ya'll know. For those of you that suffered...sorry.