HM. A bit of a reply.

I use this blog like it's my away message...

So, first off, if any of you read my Lulu's blog, you'll see something about Creepy Watson. I owned that game, even in the 'beta' or 'earlier' form of it, I experienced it. Too bad I couldn't get fucking ANYWHERE in that game and never enjoyed it as much as I should have.

Second off, I actually had a pretty weird dream last night. I woke up with my heart beating and scared to shit for a second, thinking it was real.

I was in Saint Louis as a sort of secret agent, except I worked alone. I was with my best friend Dugen at the Arch in saint louis where the dream started off with him and I talking, and parting ways. I made my way towards the metro train, and upon walking up the stairs in the city I had seen a man around the corner looking at me with a revolver pointed right at my face. In a matter of a second he shot the gun, but I knew he was going to try and shoot me. I ducked and managed to grab the gun and pull it out of his hands to immediately pistol whip him and knock him on his ass. I shot his legs about four times, two times each leg and had him sitting there in a lot of blood and a lot of pain. I continued to pound his face until we heard the train coming, except it was like a minute or two away.

I took his rag-doll, yet still living body and threw him down on the tracks and fucking booked it. I ran through out STL, which suddenly became ridiculously dark, to get to a different station in order to get home. I I realized that it was basically a long waste of time, and after about thirty minutes of traveling and getting lost I made my way back to the original metro station. Cops were everywhere, but the body was cleaned up. I heard the cops having commotion about the 'poor bastard being mutilated, check the cameras" and stuff like that, as there weren't any witnesses thankfully. I pretended to act shocked and I was questioned, claiming I was at the arch waiting for a friend who never showed up. I told them "I was stood up" And I got them to sort of believe me.

The train came slowly, and I got on in the front, far, far away from the cops (or as far as I could.) As soon as the train started going, the cops started shooting their guns at the train as I heard a man yell "IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM!" I went all "oh shit" mode and shot out the lights so no one could see me, the woman started to panic and I told her "It'll be okay." And ran away from her so she couldn't see me. I stayed ducked, and again, no one was in my train but they were in the other one. The train kept going, the woman for some reason didn't stop, and I managed to be unseen for some time. I found a small place on the train to stay ducked and hidden, and finally I heard someone walking in my train. I had gotten rid of the revolver at the scene of the crime as I left, I forgot to say that, so I was completely unarmed at this point in time.

The footsteps got closer and were right in front of me, when I finally heard "Mike!" and it scared the shit out of me that the person had seen me. It woke me up,  because as I woke up my grandma was trying to call my name. Go figure... thanks for scaring me Grandma.