So today I woke up cursing and muttering and stressed because I had a dream about an atomic bomb explosion. In the dream we were ridding in a tiny amusement park and the roller coaster was broken, which we found out when we were already on it, some wagons got separated from others and there was a baby in a really dangerous situation at that moment. All ended well, we got off from the broken roller coaster and were in a field of sorts. Don't think I knew any of those people (there were about 10), except for one.

Alright. Everyone knows that I have a weakness to dragons, anime and eastern cultures/countries, especially Japan, Tibet and Thailand. That's why I have like... 10 dragon statues and 10 or more dragon pendants and rings. As well as over a thousand different dragon pictures. That's how addicted I am.