The Technodrome Forums - Grounds for Insanity: I am Lo Mein

I was dressed in Wufei's get up from Gundam Wing. I was walking down this odd path that stretched on forever. I knew right off the bat that this was some odd dimension, and not the reality I loathe ever so much.

The sky was perpetually twilight, and the path was walled on either side by wooden fences about seven and a half feet tall. Tree branches which were budding with some odd flower would every so often spill over the top of these fences. The place was beautiful, to say the least.

I was accompanied by two Chinese men, both dressed in what I was wearing. We walked down this path for some time, and happened upon a band playing some music. I don't know why, but I teleported into the air, and leading with my elbow, dived into the pianists neck, killing him. We then moved on.

Sometime later, in what seemed to be a desolate place, we were attacked by Deinonychuses. I assume we were eaten, I just remember one of them leaping over head and everything going black.

Then, miraculously, the three of us start once more at the very beginning of the path. And we walk and walk and walk and walk some more; until we get back to the Deinonychus area. But something weird happened this time.

We all just sat down when the dinosaurs came to kill us. And the dinosaurs formed this odd perimeter, (there were only three dinosaurs). And this odd Chinese man comes out, he was a chef, I assume because his task was to cook us for the dinosaurs. Not before turning us into some sort of Chinese food dish.

Anyway, an voice came from no where, announcing who was going to die, and what they were going to be made into. The first one to die was the lover of some woman, I forget the names now (and what he was going to be made into). And so, the old chef pulls out a barber's razor, and slits my companion's throat, My companion does not flinch at all; instead, he places his hand underneath the incision, and forces his hand up as hard as he can, causing blood to jet out of his wound. He laid back and died.

Next my name was announced, and the chef took his razor. I was a little nervous and told him that "I had never been murdered by a human before, please take it easy."

"I am very good with my blade, young man. You will not feel a thing," was his response. I swore one of the dinosaurs snickered at me when he said that.

So he slit my throat, and I took my hand and forced the blood out of the wound. I laid back to die, woke up and said "****, that was weird!" looked at my clock, noticed it was 4 AM, and went back to sleep.

I'm sure everyone has dreams where they are turned into Chinese food and fed to Dinosaurs. Right? Guys.....?