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Is My Dream Girl Real?

Lincoln Adams | December 17, 2007 @ 8:00 am

A few years ago, I had a really vivid dream where I briefly met… the one. :wideeyed: I was sitting in a Subway restaurant when all of a sudden she just appeared, sitting across from me and holding my hand. I couldn’t see her face too clearly, but she was thin, had long blonde hair, and a beautiful smile. I knew I was dreaming too, which for me is very rare, in fact it may have been the first time I was ever aware that I was in a dream. I could feel myself waking up too, and I held on to her hand desperately, not willing to let her go.

She continued to smile at me, her face at peace, her fingers interlocked with mine, and promised me that I would see her soon.

And then she was gone.

Usually I dismiss most of my dreams as being sheer nonsense (including the dreams where I’m Spider-man), but because this one was so vivid, and because I knew I was dreaming, I have to wonder… was she real? Does the girl of my dreams really have blonde hair and a gorgeous smile? Will I meet her in a Subway restaurant someday?

I do know one thing: I’ve made Subway a WHOLE lot richer now ever since I had that dream. :D

It’s true though, and since I’m a romantic at heart, I make a point of stopping by every Subway joint I come across, just to see if there’s a cute blonde inside snacking on a veggie sandwich. :)

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When even my dreams insult me

Lincoln Adams | October 22, 2007 @ 10:51 am

The only time I really enjoy my dreams is when I’m on an epic adventure of some sort, or when I’m a superhero like Spider-man, or when I’m getting some serious loving from a really hot babe. :D

Not last night though. Last night I’m on this bus right, and there is this seriously smokin’ hot girl with the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen also riding on the bus. Of course, me being my charming self was able to draw her attention and we ended up kissing. Only when we kiss, I don’t see her, I see this meter instead, which is analyzing how good I’m kissing her and of course the reading is really LOW, so it’s basically telling me that I suck at it. Then the girl kisses me back and the meter’s readings suddenly goes off the chart. Of course. :eyeroll:

But even then, I can’t enjoy the experience because all I see is this fricking meter, and on top of that I got Bill Clinton sitting next to me on the bus. Seriously. I swear dude, if there was anybody who could kill the romance, this guy would be it. And he’s looking at me with this smirk on his face as if to say, “I could do better.”

:wideeyed:

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