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Hehe whee My waking fantasies are much more interesting than romantic dreams. Today, I spent half of the bus ride home fantasizing about the old black lady, who nearly fell over trying to get a seat, trying to hold up the bus with a gun. Of course, I grab the gun out of her hand and tell her off for trying to rob bus people (or I slap her frail old-lady wrist and she drops it because she's freaking going to fall apart at the first harsh wind). Then I make a huge speech about not stealing from people who are barely making ends meet and how, if bus people had the money to be worth robbing, they wouldn't freaking be riding the bus. Then I fazed back into reality and decided it would be a good time to think about something else less silly.