let's get high on chocolate milk!: bleeding sweet screams!

Feeling: piss cold.
Listening: to my mind reviewing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2, of which I have just watched in 3D 5 hours before.
Current favourite beverage: Strawberry Calpis (or Calpico, which is easier to find cause I'm always near imported Indonesian food.)

I dreamt a dream and I thought I would dramatise it and record it here for future reference. May include annotations of which I will connect my dream to my daily life, cause we all know that dreams are just random imaginings of your subconscious. I really like my subconscious. I'd be friends with it if I could.

A man was sitting on a chair in my bedroom, with an electric guitar. He had shoulder length hair and wore a long coat and jeans that were uncannily cut like the jeans I bought a week ago from Jeanswest (size 13, bootleg, they fit like a glove and I secretly wanted to look like Michelle Branch) He reminded me of a man at my train station on cold mornings, pacing up and down with his leopard-pattered coat and skinny legs in bootleg jeans, wrinkles on his face and messy, shoulder-length dyed red hair.

I was immediately in shock, not at the fact that there was a random man in my bedroom, but he had my guitar. (I don't have a guitar in real life, but I have been urging to get one but, alas, my finances don't agree.) I shouted, "Why are you playing my guitar for?! Give it back!" He responded with, "But you stole mine."

He wore tinted glasses and I got angry. I cracked his arm open like a chicken wing, and rainbow ice-cream and liquid glitter came oozing out of his limb, spilt all over the guitar and my carpet, my Ikea chair and table. My fingers became sticky sweet with his blood. My head was dizzy with saccharine taste and all I could hear was the guitar, and it was so loud, it felt like my head was wedged in between two speakers. It was a whole song and I tried my hardest to sing louder than the sound filling my head, forcing it out of the pit of my stomach. I took deep breaths and air and voice spilt out of my mouth like lava.

I woke up out of breath.

Steve Vai is a unicorn. That is the only conclusion I can come to. Or most likely I was having flashbacks about the Jem VAI2K DNA guitar, which contains his blood, the concept being that it contains his DNA.