I was bored laying in bed one night and was trying to figure out something to do. I like playing card games but the fun ones requires multiple people. All I could thing of as far as single player was boring old Solitaire, which gets really lame after the first or second game. So, I decided to come up with my own game. I love playing Blackjack and Poker (Texas Hold'em style) so I created a little single player mode so I could play by myself. Basically, you're just playing against the 'house' like you would at the casino.

I know that little green Martians are plotting to take over the universe and that Americans are being transformed into their pawns for the domination of Earth. It is perfectly clear that the United States has been wrong all along, spreading its outrageous ideas of this failure they call "democracy," like that would ever happen. The Martians have disguised themselves cleverly, becoming people of great importance and with great ideas only to turn around and stab those people who truly believe in democracy in the back, leaving those morons out there with all the power. They appeal to our emotion, like we really needed to go to war because we just had so much interest in that area of the world. The real people of America opposed, but those Martians just increased their population to overpower reality; some democracy huh? The Russians were such a better choice though. Communism was the way to go; with all the reason they shoved into that, it was just a time bomb waiting to explode, eradicating all those evil Martians once and for all. Come to think of it, the United Kingdom has been overcome as well. This problem has reached far back in time, to the revolutionary war. Great Britain knew, but they couldn't overcome the force of the Martians. The Martians took over them just as they took over America. According to recent affairs, I'm the only one left of my kind and other civilizations are in extreme danger as well. I must save the world, the universe, all of reality from these creatures, and nothing will stop me! I'll rally them all up and tell them I want to hire them for an exclusive job, a well paying one too. They'll never see it coming. They'll step into those chambers, the door will get locked, and they'll all die; there's no escaping now. But wait, how will I prevent the other Martians from finding out? I'll have to find a way to eliminate them all at once. I've got it! I'll use there own tactics against them, I'll use emotion and reason to persuade them all into one area.

The dream starts off in 'Hawaii.' I put that in quotes because it's not really Hawaii, it's just where my mind said we were. We were actually right next to the airport in this sort of cove thing between some cliffs and the airport with a small beach out in front of it. I was back cuddling with Mike and some guy kept bothering us so we decided to walk out to the shore where we spot a snake in the sand. I point it out to everyone and my brother seeks out the head of the snake. He succeeds in finding the head and stupidly decides to grab it, rip the snake out of the sand, and start showing it t everyone. Eventually he drops the snake and it burrows back into the sand. As Mike and I are walking back up, the ground begins to shake. I end up walking into the airport and stop at the closed gate which says it opens at 10:45 though it was already 10:53. As I'm walking back out, the ground starts shaking again and buildings begin collapsing outside. At this point everyone begins to run into the airport, which is a crowd of about 75 people (if I were to guess). This time there is a woman standing there guarding the entrance and refuses to let anyone enter because the terminal is not yet open. In frustration, I yell at here, "I was just up there!" After about 30 seconds we decide to just all run through her and a couple people pin her to the wall to let everyone past. With the size of our group, we easily pound through the locked glass door that was just past the woman and start running through the terminals. Eventually we get to the other side of the airport to the main street, which happens to be the only the street that hasn't collapsed (all the streets seem to have collapsed into the dirt and the buildings have just collapsed into piles of rubble).

Well last night I had a really awkward dream. I say awkward just because it was so random, which doesn't bother me because I have weird dreams like this on a regular basis. Anyways it was actually kind of fascinating at the same time so I thought I'd share some of the details.

So it starts off with a quite large family which was gathering for some occasion, I don't know what. Some sort of family reunion or something. It was weird because it wasn't even my family. It consisted of me, my boyfriend (whom I was married too in this dream), and Maxwell Sheffield and Nanny Fine from The Nanny. I know, I know, that's lame but I was watching them that night and I guess my mind incorporated them. It may be my mind going on with that marriage thing because it was the episode where Niles and Cici got married while Ms. Fine was having her baby; spontaneous and unexpected. The girl from Zombieland was also in it, Wichita. The rest of the family was just made up characters that I've never seen or could even recognize in real life.

Everyone has heard the story that scientists have set up a standard for measuring 'planets' and determining whether a mass of rock is a planet or not. These recent changes have caused our ninth planet, Pluto, to be denounced as a planet. But why was this done? There's another side to the story that you may not know about.

More recently you have heard news of an old satellite plunging to Earth's surface supposedly containing hazardous materials. The United States fiercely persuaded other countries that it had the problem under control and it would be taken care of. Later the news reported that the station had been destroyed and everything was alright, but it wasn't, because there was no problem to begin with. The satellite was not actually a satellite, it didn't even have hazardous materials on board. It was actually a drone sent out to Pluto to take pictures, which were classified as Top Secret hence why the United States was so desperate to take care of it on their own; they needed those pictures, but what were the pictures of?