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  <title>HELP ME GOD</title>
  <subtitle>HELP GOD I AM DYING</subtitle>
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    <name>Eric</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-24T03:34:01Z</updated>
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    <title>What means  'ZIG'  ? Please tell me it !</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T22:36:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T03:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.pcurzi.net/"&gt;Click here. Click!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of that above link describes the only thing that is going on in my life as of late.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:194439</id>
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    <title>dead journal</title>
    <published>2007-08-26T00:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T00:56:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This journal is dead. No, I don't mean deadjournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything here in an unfathomably long time, and don't have any plans to do so beyond this one post. I've only been using this account to read my friends page for the most part. I'll keep doing that, but I figure it's time to make the official "no more posts from me" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know about what I am doing, you'll have to visit my &lt;a href="http://www.pcurzi.net"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt;. I mostly just post writing there, but on some occasions a personal thing or two may appear.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:194107</id>
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    <title>holy crap</title>
    <published>2007-05-04T17:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-04T17:58:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As in, holy crap I am posting here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My life has been pretty simple lately, I suppose it can be said. A few weeks ago I decided to scrap most of my current novel in progress and rewrite it. In addition to that, it had a name change. I'm pretty much just taking a different approach to the same story so it's more character based. You can read about this through &lt;a href="http://cityhuntr.deviantart.com/journal/12491012/"&gt;this journal&lt;/a&gt; on my deviantart. Though there really isn't much else to say about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been neglecting my website for some reason. I suppose I just don't want to post my writing on it until I feel it is in a more complete form. Then again, some might argue that it's a bad idea to post the writing at all, as who would pay money for something they can get for free? Not to imply that I'm ever going to get much money from this book, but it is pleasant to dream.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:100976</id>
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    <title>Hello friends. It's me, Choirboy.</title>
    <published>2002-09-26T16:35:03Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-26T16:35:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shadow Hearts - ------- [Alice]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dream&lt;p&gt;This time koalyak and I were part of some adventuring group. We had just done something very adventurous when suddenly we realized that our best party member, Gandalf, had disappeared. I went searching for clues as to where to find him, but only found very cryptic and nonsensical messages such as "between the flower and the ocean." I decided to just check a nearby forest, but failed to find him there. It's notable that exploring the forest was like playing a sonec game. It even had the big charge-able spring from sonec 2's casino zone.&lt;p&gt;After giving up, I went to some nearby town, where some people in a tavern were gloating about how they were now technologically advanced, thanks to a very intelligent wizard. I tried to ask around for Gandalf, but nobody said anything interesting. So I decided to just watch a baseball game, or something. It turned out that Gandalf was the pitcher, so koalyak and I immediately tried to called him on our cell phones. It turned out that Gandalf was magicpaw, much to my disbelief. We tried to tell him that we needed him back, and he seemed to believe us. Koalyak had a very high pitched voice in this call.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:99959</id>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-09-20T20:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-20T20:09:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Super Bonk - Voice room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had some dream in which I had to go to the mall with my mother. However, I didn't really want to go, because I had no reason to go. Anyway, at the mall I met some woman who seemed very interested in me, so we talked mainly about games and the like. We walked out of the mall and she told me that she wanted to buy me tickets to some sort of dance type event. I said I'd like to go, curious on why she's doing that for me. I gave her my number in the parking lot (where it become pitch black everywhere), and that ends that segment of the dream.&lt;p&gt;I then was chatting on IRC with good sirs koalyak, SirX-Wolf, and others. Suddenly &lt;a href="http://jessibean.livejournal.com"&gt;Iriapenis&lt;/a&gt; joined and I was thinking "&lt;i&gt;DAMN!!&lt;/i&gt;" but decided to just ignore her. After a few more moments she started saying things which I didn't understand, so we convinced her to go away. The End</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:98152</id>
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    <title>Ridiculousness part 4</title>
    <published>2002-09-08T05:15:30Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-08T05:15:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yoshitaka Hirota - God Knows Bad News</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was just discussing the reason for living with my good friends koalyak, sirx-wolf, LazerTH, and darknux. We were debating the shit and it finally came to me, god, telling them the truth of this universe.&lt;p&gt;I created the universe with a few things in mind:&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;The IRC channel that the above mentioned people (and a few more) chat in is the center of the universe.&lt;li&gt;The only necessary events in all space in time so far has been the creation of the internet and the people mentioned above. Everything else, including other humans and other objects, need not exist. They are simply things getting in the way of a truly great universe.&lt;p&gt;You are probably wondering, "if other humans and objects are worthless and not needed, how come they are here?" It's like that damn Satan, some things just can't go right. You might also be one of those excluded people who are not feeling very happy about what I am saying. But just remember, if people can force &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt; down my throat, I may as well force my beliefs down yours! Also, don't worry so much about being an obstacle to a perfect world, there are plenty of other places for you! Like the afterlife!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:97917</id>
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    <title>Ridiculousness part 3</title>
    <published>2002-09-07T01:01:33Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-07T01:01:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the subject of religion, I just couldn't stop myself. As you recall from "Ridiculousness" post number 1, I commented that I probably could do a better job than god.&lt;p&gt;I'm sure a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of you are wondering just how that is possible. Surely, my cimited human consciousness could not allow me to do the job of god, correct? &lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Incorrect!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I already have fair evidence that I am worthy of the god(s). I am a very sensible individual who knows great truths. For example, I know that Jesus is a scythe wielding adventurer. I automatically assume you are stupid if you don't agree with me. Also, I am a very kind and gentle individual who shares a deep sympathy with life, except for lives who do not deserve to live, of course.&lt;p&gt;I am vastly more intelligent in the ways of right and wrong. If you do not believe me, then you should look around at the average people in our society. With their endless petty mistakes and problems, they are surely not as godworthy as I. It takes recognition that you are much better than others to be a god! Think about it, the god we have now has well accomplished just that. I think that my skill in recognizing my superiority matches that of god, so I am a likely candidate.&lt;p&gt;Nobody else currently in power (politically) has ever done anything right. People such as these simple make themselves look childish and stupid. Therefore, I will do much better for the world by forcing these individuals to actually care for human beings, rather than using them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:97725</id>
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    <title>Ridiculousness Part 2</title>
    <published>2002-09-07T00:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-07T00:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Since no damn human in history is even close to deserving to know how 'god' may supposedly work, I decided that it is really just up to my true feelings and imagination. Therefore, I think it is ridiculous that Jesus was as books say he was. Instead, I believe it is equally credible that Jesus was actually a scythe-wielding maniac who had some great objectives in mind.&lt;p&gt;But you probably are thinking "You are wrong! Jesus was a nice guy!". Since most of us were born approximately 1953 years too late, I fail to see why I should believe you.&lt;p&gt;If you are so insistant on claiming that Jesus was a kind gentleman who did what he did, then I'm afraid you are going to have to believe me when I inform you that I think the Lochness monster killed one of your relatives. I have graet faith that the lochness monster is existant, and that it has brutally murdered one of your relatives. Not to worry, though, it's one of your relatives from a very long ago generation, so you don't have to feel personally involved in it. But why must a monster be considered the messiah, rather than a rational, kind gentleman? I think if 'god' wanted to make his mark, he would have done it in a very interesting way.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, back to the subject of what I think of Jesus... Jesus, I believe, was a great adventurer who wanted people to believe that settling down in a house was not the right way. To do this, he gathered up a good group of adventurers. He then continued to explore the earth, and since one of his friends was a cartographer, they created a map.&lt;p&gt;However, God was very upset that Jesus was not cutting down non-believers. That was Jesus' actual mission, but Jesus realized that it would be better if he allowed people to better visualize the planet. Therefore, god sent some very strong people after Jesus. Since these people were unbelievably powerful, Jesus was abducted, and his friends left behind somewhere in Russia. Jesus was taken to god, and was asked why he had not killed a single non-believer. Jesus told god that allowing believers to know the planet better was easier, and made him feel better.&lt;p&gt;God was understandable upset by this, so he threw Jesus from an altitude of one thousand feet down to the ground. Since Jesus was a very strong man as well, he survived this, but was incapacitated for the rest of his life. He died of old age, but his adventurous spirit lives on endlessly.&lt;p&gt;There you have it. This story is just as credible as what the bible says, so there is no way you can tell me that I am incorrect. Please, do argue with me on this. I don't want to have typed this without any result.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:96403</id>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-09-02T16:28:16Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-02T16:28:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Another dream. Wonder why I'm so dreamy lately?&lt;p&gt;In this dream, I was desiring to go to San Luis Obispo on foot. Literally on foot, because I had no shoes. There was a big river that I had to cross to get there, so I decided, with a group of stranger I met, to take a short cut. This involved climbing up mountains of cement, and helping my cousin who was suddenly there. She's less than 3 years old, I imagine. My grand mother was also there.&lt;p&gt;Once we got past the mountains of cement, we foudn that we had to go through some expensive hotel, so we all came inside and claimed a room for our own. One of the guys tossed me a outfit which the people who worked there used. I took it, but before putting it on, I took a short walk around to see how the place was like. It was pretty expensive looking, but after I looked at some of the people in their rooms, they all seemed pretty homeless. I returned to my stolen room and put on the clothes. They turned out to be some shiny green shirt (which I loved) and a tight business-man looking shirt which was uncomfortable, but I put it on anyway. I walked out again to try finding the way out of the hotel. I found the exit, but on the way I had encountered some strange rich looking people who ignored me. After finding the exit,&lt;p&gt;I tried to get back in to get my cousin and my grand mother, but it turns our some people wanted me dead, so I ran away as best as I could (they had guns, but they sent some strange little piece of wood after me, it was fast.) Eventually, I got to some graveyard and decided, since I was fugitive, to just bury myself alive, and so I did. The End.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:96037</id>
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    <title>Dream</title>
    <published>2002-09-01T18:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-01T18:58:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Another weird dream.&lt;p&gt;In this dream, I for some reason hired a prostitute. We tried to get a little naughty, but for some reason I was unable to do anything interesting, and so she got bored and just went away. I waited to see if she would come back after a while, but she wasn't. I was not upset or anything, so I just took a walk and near a busy street, I just throw some sort of white ball around. I realize that the ball dissapears after a few seconds, like in video games. I also realized that if I am moving forward and throwing it, it goes a lot faster. I decided to try my luck by running and throwing a ball at a passing car. I ended up hitting it, so I ran away as fast as I could and hit behind a trashcan. The car, which was some sort of minivan, started driving aroudn and looking for me. I had suddenly become a criminal.&lt;p&gt;At this point and on, the rest of the story seemed to be playing back to me in the form of a movie trailor. The prostitute, it seems, befriended me and helped me try to escape the minivan somehow, but it wasn't clear to me.&lt;p&gt;That's it. Anyway, I'm still a bit sick today, got that runny nose going.</content>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-08-31T15:59:50Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-31T15:59:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had some sort of dream where I was getting really late for school, so I was driving around really fast and ended up in town. To my horror, I exited in the wrong place, and ended up on the opposite side of town. I had suddenly found my aunt wandering around, and I asked her to drive me to school. She said ok, but after a few minutes, I realized something. I asked if it was Saturday, and she said yes, so I said, "Well, I don't have school today, then."&lt;p&gt;Weird. I have had dreams like this before.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:95358</id>
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    <title>small part of dream</title>
    <published>2002-08-29T21:16:07Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-29T21:16:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Konami Kukeiha Club - Secret Village Of The Ninja</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had some dream, but only a small portion of it was worth mentioning. I was Walking through the house I used to live in before I moved (down near Los Angelas). I was walking along the hallway which connected to all of our rooms. I was walking away from it, naked. This is because I had to find some place to put my clothes on, and most of the rooms was occupied. I noticed a new hallway that never really existed there, so I decided to do a little exploring, and found a new bedroom, connected to a new kitchen and bathroom. It was pretty dark, but I recognized the place as the house of an aunt. I wondered how our two houses could become connected like so, and suddenly heard my father approaching. I tried to quickly put on my clothes, but was having trouble for some reason, so I ran over and hid behind something. I yelled at my dad to go away, so he went outside through a door. End of dream.</content>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-08-17T17:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-17T17:21:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not much of a dream this time, but a dream anyway.&lt;p&gt;I was on a vacation somewhere, walking around a mall. I encountered &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_meeki' lj:user='meeki' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meeki.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meeki.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meeki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't seem particularly excited to see me, but she invited me to her house anyway. She said she was busy and had to wash some of her clothes, but I didn't mind and went along with her. For some reason, we didn't go to her house, and instead we went into some large store with a lot of anime and games. We just browsed for a while, and then I woke up.</content>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-08-15T17:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-15T17:42:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm dreamy lately.&lt;br&gt;This time, I had some dream where a criminal of some sort was being carried by the authorities to some firely and metallic place that resembled a factory. After a bit of exploring, I seemed to assume the position of the criminal, and was taken onto some green swirling thing on the floor. I stepped on it and was teleported to some dark place. I found a torch and lit it. It seemed like I was in the exact same room I was before, but the green swirly thing was no longer swirly. Eventually two other people, an old man who resembled Colonel Sanders, and some young woman appeared. They began discussing that we must be in some sort of alternate dimension, and the colonel manged to turn the lights on to the place. He also said that it must not really an alternate dimenion, but that we are actually just in a place where teh atoms in the room are re-arranged to make it seem that way.&lt;p&gt;the girl and colonel decided to try fixing the teleportal, and I wandered around, seeing if I could find anything interesting. Eventually I encountered a tall man who was very strong. He picked me up by the neck. Once I realized he spoke english, I managed to talk him down from killing me. He went away, but I managed to find some phone book which had the numbers of many people in this "dimension". I took it and realized that in order to dial some of them, I had to do some algebra to figure out the number. Sadly I never really figured out much from who I called, and colonel sanders never managed to fix the machine in time for me waking up.</content>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-08-14T16:13:20Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-14T16:13:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was at a party with many friends. It looked like it was in a park of some sort. We all decided to eat at a large table, and someone else showed up. We made room for him and he fell asleep. Another friend, who somehow had a computer there, tried to wake him up by doing things with the computer, but failed. So I just watched him doing things, and noticed he had a 4000 mhz processor. Yet I was not impressed.&lt;p&gt;Eventually I went back to a camper I was staying in. there were many people going in and out, so I locked the doors after they all finally left. Then I decided to take a drive out and accidentally got onto the highway. A few minutes into it, I realized I was out of gas. I started worrying a lot, since I was in China and had no way of getting any help. I managed to get off the highway and parked near a factory. I started walking around it, and it looked like they were making many missiles and such. There were also many tourists around. I couldn't find anyone to help, so I just went back to the car. But to my surprise, there was a note left saying that they refilled for me. So I drove back to the camper. The end.</content>
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    <title>cityhuntr @ 2002-08-08T09:58:00</title>
    <published>2002-08-08T16:58:02Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-08T16:58:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dream where my father, some other people, and I went on a little bathroom adventure, oh yes!&lt;p&gt;I had some sort of wand type weapon, which could cast warcraft 3 spells. I never really got to use it, though. Everyone else had swords and the like. There were severeal monsters in the bathroom that we killed, but they were pretty harmless.&lt;p&gt;At one point, it started to rain. Yeah, it rained inside there. It was medium rain at first, and none of us really minded it. We went on, killing a few more things along the way. Finally we reached some sort of locker room. It started raining heavily in there. I was getting pretty annoyed by it, but decided to go on. Unfortunately, when we went to the next room, it was raining so hard that I could barely see anymore. I decided to go back out, blinded because the heavy rain seemed to follow me all the way out. When I was out, I just sat down and tried to wait for them. I talked to many people of many nationalities. It turned out that we were in the bathroom of some fast food restaurant. Whenever I showed people the heavy rain inside, they didn't seem to mind, really.</content>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-08-03T16:55:47Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-03T16:55:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was with a group of people just relaxing in a hotel room of some sort. However, Someone came along and told us about how someone went missing in the desert. I decided to jump into my semi truck and find them in the desert with another friend. Sadly, I could not find the missing person, but it was getting dark. I decided to go back, but a group of people suddenly said they knew where she was, and they were running towards her location. There were a lot of ghouls and zombies around. All were complaining that because of these people, it would be their last day on earth.&lt;p&gt;I decided to go after them. We still couldn't find them, but we camped out somewhere. Many of us complained that the undead things would suck our brains out, and wondered why we had to be here. The leader told us that we were going to stay until we did away with all of the undead, so they could never hurt anyone ever again. Suddenly I realized that one of the people in our group was &lt;a href="http://www.somethingawful.com"&gt;somethingawful's&lt;/a&gt; Lowtax. Suddenly there was a red spider crawling around in our camper, and people wanted me to kill it for some reason. I smashed it with a thick rolled up paper, and everyone felt safer. After this, I informed everyone that we had plenty of soft drinks in the refridgerator, but woke up shortly.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:84443</id>
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    <title>Strange</title>
    <published>2002-07-14T17:55:14Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-14T17:55:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dream.&lt;p&gt; I was wanting to ask my dad where the phone was, so I could call Zofia and ask if she was okay. Instead of just giving me the phone, my father told me that I actually have a mission to do. For some reason, I just agreed to do it. I gained some sort of super man-like powers and started flying everywhere in the city. Some other people were flying too with me. My team consisted of spider man (who can't fly), Proto Man (who can't fly), and Quick Man (who can't fly). After avoiding some dangerous obstacles such as falling buildings, we entered one and met our enemy. It was &lt;i&gt;John Lovitz&lt;/i&gt;. He laughed and seemed to blow us away, or something, because I appeared someone else.&lt;p&gt; It seemed like I was out on the California highway, so I started flying very fastly above the cars. I tried to gain altitude, but for some reason I couldn't go over about 20 feet. Eventually I got back to the city. I landed in some sort of Japanese TV studio where they were recording a show, but I didn't go on stage. Some man saw me in a warehouse and told me that I shouldn't be there. I told him that if he opened a door up on the ceiling wide enough, I'd be able to grow in size and fly away. He tried to open it, but for some reason I was not able to grow. Eventually, though, I just flew out normally.&lt;p&gt;Finally, I managed to get back to John Lovitz' building. Before I could get to him, I noticed people were dropping down and clutching their stomachs in pain. I didn't feel anything, but I just pretended to be in pain too, for some reason. I noticed my friend Spider man was here too, but he seemed not to be v ery motivated to do anything. Eventually I got into Lovitz' room again, and it seemed there was a plant in there that was causing people to have stomach pain. Some small man distracted him for a moment while I tipped the plant over. it shattered, and Lovitz cried. However, the small man was annoyed with Lovitz and punched him in the face. Lovitz was defeated. Happy ending!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:81250</id>
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    <title>many dreams</title>
    <published>2002-06-29T16:35:26Z</published>
    <updated>2002-06-29T16:35:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had either a large dream or many short ones.&lt;p&gt;In one of them, I was with three friends in a small building. We were evidently playing some game where we were having to kill some people with guns. It was pretty easy until the final two people. One of them looking like a normal woman, and the other looked like a large muscle man with metal arms, who mad a mini gun. They killed my friends a few times, but each time I loaded from a saved game and we finally decided to make a plan. It wasn't a very good one, but it was all we could come up with in short time. There was a hall way with two doors on the opposide sides, so we decided to occupy those rooms and surprise attack the two people. Our plan worked, and soon they were dead.&lt;p&gt;The scene shifts to a high school classroom. It seems we are receiving recognition for living through it. It also seems we are going through some science lab. I just ignored it and waited around until it was time to leave. The class all decided that we would go to the mall and have some fun. I went out and tried to look for my car, but I couldn't remember where it was at all. It wasn't a problem, because one of my friends offered to drive me there.&lt;p&gt;At the mall, I was very bored. There wasn't much to do. A lot of my classmates seemed interested in expensive watches, so I decided to find an arcade to play. Since every mall in my dream is the same, I decided to go to a certain arcade. Once I got there, it seemed deserted, and half the machines were off. One of the first ones I noticed, I hadn't seen before, "Street Fighter II: Chun Li Edition". It features all characters looking like Chun Li. Even the male characters had that sort of Chun Li style to them. Next to this one was called "Kikou-shou" which featured only Chun-Li in her Street Fighter 2 outfit, and Chun Li in her Street Fighter Alpha outfit. I didn't play either of these, but instead looked around, trying to see if anyone was in there. Rather than looking like it was inside a mall, this arcade seemed like it was outside in a town.&lt;p&gt;I did manage to find some place that people were playing. There was soem Marvel vs Capcom 2 arcade, but it had no joysticks, it had to be controlled by N64 controllers only. I sat on a bench and watched someone play it. At that point, some small child sat beside me and started telling me I was gay. I objected, but he didn't seem to care what I said. After a while of this, I threw something at him and left.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>cityhuntr @ 2002-05-24T11:00:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-24T18:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-24T18:00:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Red - Voice Room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a very strange dream again.&lt;p&gt;I was suddenly in a movie studio, ad many actors were talking about how things went when they were filming the movie. Not much really exciting happened here. After it was over, my friend wondered wheer Santa Monica was, so I explained to him it's general location.&lt;p&gt;Then I was put onto some sort of large cruise ship. However, this cruise ship was extremely overpopulated. To top it off, it was raining heavily as well. I simply tried to move around on the ship, but the incredible amounts of rain made it hard to even open my eyes. When I did open my eyes, it was too hard to see anything.&lt;p&gt;After a while of stumbling and climbing around the ship, someone made an announcement that Paul Harvey was on the ship, so everyone looked around to see him, as did I. While we were trying to look, the ship started tilting over and was making strange flips in the water. Soon enough, the ship submerged into the water. Before it did, though, I suddenly ended up in this room with a kitten.&lt;p&gt; Water had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, intending to flood the room. I said "oh, not THIS again!" and carried the kitten out of there. Out in the hallway of my house (which looked pretty much how it does in reality), I saw down the stairs a box. I read the instructions, it was a plastic cage of some sort. It turns out as well that this is all a school assignment. Further reading the instructions, I read "You &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; give birth to a cat."&lt;p&gt;I wondered, of course, how the hell I was going to do that. The End.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>amusing</title>
    <published>2002-03-01T23:23:45Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-01T23:23:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here is an amusing post I found on the message boards of an online game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Punches Horse in head...  Horse falls Down  *&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You whine and cry like GIRL,   Are You Girl  ????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You need Use Magic, You not warriors You just like babies you need Magik,s&lt;br /&gt;to save you .  BAH!!!!  You Not WARRIORS , you girls need Magiks to help&lt;br /&gt;you kill..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 * Smacks Spider with backhand ... It DIES*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You need go live in cave ...  NO NO Go  hide face maybe in Nanang tailor&lt;br /&gt;shop  nobody see you  whine about magic then....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         You Warriors,  NOT !!!  you whine too much !!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  maybe just peasants with little pitch fork to turn commpost heap over &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Honourable WARRIOR &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         MeJakUMoo * Grabs Tiger by tail&lt;br /&gt;and beats it against cave wall*   HAHAHAHAHA &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;uh, yeah..</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:61359</id>
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    <title>dreams</title>
    <published>2002-02-15T17:45:25Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-15T17:45:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eric - SukeSukeSuke</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Another dream. Yesterday I had an interesting dream too, but I was too lazy to write it here. Instead I'll talk about my most recent one that I just woke up from.&lt;p&gt;It starts out being in my now deceased uncle's house that was located in Nipomo. I was in the room downstaits with the beds, TV, and pool table. The TV was on and my cousins and sister were there. We seemed to be doing something near the table, but I was just watching, and it made little sense. Eventually they turned the TV off and left to go outside to some place across the street. I went to sleep for a while and then when I got up from bed, I walked over to where they were. They were not doing anything, but my younger cousin was at a nearby music store trying to buy some instruments. However, they would not let him have any, so he he cussed them out, and returned with nothing. After we saw what had happened, we walked to another house. This time it seemed to be their own house, because their mother was there nagging them, as usual.&lt;p&gt;After a small moment, I decided to go back to my uncles house. I ran back and went back into the room with the pool table, and someone else was there. It was a friend from school, doing particularly nothing. I put some socks on, but wasn't satisfied, so I looked around for something to put in them for some reason. When I couldn't find anything, my friend laughed at me. I put on some shoes and left, but not to go back to my cousins. I went into some unknown building. Inside, there was some short bald man that I, for some reason, considered to be revolver ocelot from Metal Gear Solid. After seeing that he wanted to kill me, I ran away really quickly and he followed. Thankfully he couldn't run as fast as myself.&lt;p&gt;Eventually, I ran and ran and ended up in North Oceano, a school I used to go to after I moved here. For some reason, the bald Revolver Ocelot tripped and fell down. While he had a hard time getting back up, I shot him in the leg and he fell over again. I ran to the opposite side of the school building and hid there, expecting him to come back. He fired billions of shots in my direction (didn't seem like he actually had a Revolver, but more of a assault rifle) and there was a British Red coat soldier in a trench nearby. He got angry at Ocelet's fire, so he decided to take turns moving up and firing back, but his attempts were useless. Despite how much he tried, nothing would hurt Ocelet as he ran over to the red coat and shot him pint blank quite a few times.&lt;p&gt;I was a bit unnerved at seeing that, so I decided to run and tell everyone that was outside to get in their classrooms and lock the doors. They seemed to believe It was right to believe me, even if there was an Uzi in my hands. After telling everyone, and they were all inside, Solid Snake and Raiden appeared. Raiden was dumping a lot of gasoline in the school hallways, and Snake would set it on fire. I told them that people were in the classrooms and they would probably die from the smoke. They said those people were fine, however, so I stopped worrying. After some flaming of other hallways, we decided to go somewhere else, where we encountered a boss. So Snake, Raiden, and I fought the boss as best as we could. We were doing pretty well, and I decided to use some sort of strange sling shot on the boss. Everyone stopped attacking it on their own and I tried to take a few shots, but missed every time. I had to hit a small moving object on it, but it was too difficult.&lt;p&gt;Then I realized why nobody was attacking. It turns out the boss froze. Emma Emmerich was nearby, and she told us that Pentiums were specifically designed to freeze at certain situations from the start. Snake asked her if this was true, as if surprised. She said it was all true. While they talked about it, I went up to the boss. It turned out that it was carrying a Playstation 2 with it, so I pressed the green reset/power on button. MGS2 started up, and Emma took a controller and loaded up the first of the save files. However, instead of loading an MGS2 game, it loaded a save point of Persona 2 Eternal Punishment. It was a save from the science lab, and everyone listened to the music.&lt;p&gt;After a while, Snake said he was getting hungry, so we decided to get out and eat. That is the end, though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:58857</id>
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    <title>fragment of a dream</title>
    <published>2002-02-05T19:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-05T19:24:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Darkstalkers 2  - Morrigan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Had another unusual dream, but this was wasn't that bad. I can only remember some parts, though. And fuzzy, at that.&lt;p&gt;The only thing I can remember was that I was visiting someone else's house with my family, and we went to their dinner table. It must have been dinner or something, so we just ate. Some man brought a huge dog in (large enough so that it reached just about as high as any of us in the room). That's all I can remember.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:57897</id>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-02-03T22:21:20Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-03T22:21:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I had another unusual dream, but I didn't have enough time to write about it this morning. And I forgot about it later. darn. Oh well.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cityhuntr:57731</id>
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    <title>dream</title>
    <published>2002-02-02T18:47:23Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-02T18:47:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally, I had another dream that involves death defying thrills and such. Oh something:&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine claimed that someone hacked her online game account, so she decided it was time to change her password. However, rather than doing this simply at a computer, she had to go to some building and do it. However, the building was in a very confusing neighborhood, where she got lost. I tried to help her by viewing from eyes her with cheatview, and behindview, like in Unreal. However, I failed to help her much either.&lt;p&gt;She decided to come back, but when she joined me, we realized that some policemen were out to kill us. They also strategically captured my house, which was very close nearby. Unfortunately, we were captured and taken to my house. However, the security was somewhat low, and getting out of the house was relatively easy. Getting away from it, though, was troublesome. We ran away to the forest area near my house and we layed down on the ground, hoping that it would make it difficult to see us there.&lt;p&gt;At that point, my view shifted towards the inside of the house again. It turns out the police were performing some sort of show, and many people were gethering around to watch. They did some tap dancing for a few minutes, but people started getting bored and dispersing. The police gave up on their act, and I realized it was time to move again. My view shifted back to myself and it suddenly was much darker around. My friend and I decided to run on the road the other direction, but far along, she stopped. She told me to go on alone, that she needed to do something in my house. I agreed and ran off. On the way, however, a small dog started biting my leg and I couldn't shake him off for a good while. I managed to get the dog off of me, and hid in some person's front yard when I saw some cars coming. They didn't appear to see me, so I got back up and ran back to my house, but the dream is inconclusive.&lt;p&gt;I suddenly started dreaming about making an Unreal Tournament level, and got out of bed to go make it. However, it turns out I was dreaming a dream, and woke up for real, with no motivation to make an Unreal level. Oh well. The End.</content>
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