I dreamt that my city was under attack. So I kind of volunteered to fight. Some how I knew how to fly a plane. It was very messy and all, until we found a safe spot in the middle of a park. Somehow even though I was out there fighting and getting hurt, you wanted to protect your ex and let her stay in the safehouse. One day, after going out to fight, I came back and our safe house was raided by some gangsters. They tortured those who resisted, and raped some of the women in the safehouse (At this point I somehow remember Candice Accola being around somewhere). I managed to escape, and formed a sizeable army, for a rescue mission of one of our best soldiers. I was riding on a motorcycle and when I turned around the corner after all the gangsters were, I spotted our soldier and quickly scooped him up and headed back to the safe house. Then somehow the war was over and suddenly everyone came to me to complain that I had changed the colour of their clothes by dyeing it the wrong colour. I don't know how this is linked. But anyway. The sadness of the war and fighting and seeing your ex, just led me to wake up with a really sad mood.

And oh yeah, Z___a is so conveniently located near where she used to work. And who knows where that slut works now? And how many other sluts are around there? Haha abso-freaking-lutely fantastic.