Baffling Case of Gnomes and Ducks

I remembered this clearly like it was a Paul Gilbert video I watched. It's May 31st. And tomorrow's Christmas. Someone bought me a new PC but I forgot who it was. When I pried my eyelids open, the lights in my luxurious room were out cause somebody fucked up the wiring to my PC. Astounding much? But it really happened.

It could really be that Paul Gilbert himself told me this but I somehow found the root of the problem. I glared intently at the towering trees covered in snow in front of me, right in this fuckin pimped out room of mine, coated with minimalists designs. Not only that, my instincts told me that if I just climbed up these trees and collect the rubber ducks, gnomes and wine glasses down and arrange them by category, the wiring complications would be solved.

"We want our overdued acknowledgement in electrical engineering!"

Climbin' trees isn't for people like me but hey, as soon as I took my first jump I discovered that I had a knack for scaling up trees Wolverine style and slide down them. I collected all the required items for the repair and slid down the tree. The snow on the top portion of the bark made it easier but halfway through, the snow got lesser and miraculously I didn't hurt my thighs while sliding down.

I proceeded to arrange the ducks and gnomes and found out that Shan Shan (from Sweatlee's blog) was in my room. How convenient, now I have to arrange gnomes with a total stranger I've never met. After solving the Baffling Case of Gnomes and Ducks, the lightbulbs in the backyard lighted up. Me and Shan Shan stepped out and chatted. As of now, I can't quite recall what we talked about but I remembered her teasing me about my height. I was about to deliver a slap, with the always reliable master hand but her angelic smile deconstructed all the armor repelling me from her radiating presence.

"My future backyard is somehow like this."

After that, we went inside and climbed the stairs, presumably the one to my luxurious room. Out of the sudden, my eyes opened and I realized it's just a dream. A fucking weird dream -_-

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They say dreams are the golden road to your subconscious thoughts so I'm gonna try to relay these signals my brain are firing. Maybe I'm ready to move on. Maybe I'm not satisfied with my height. The rubber ducks and gnomes might represent the inner child in me that doesn't wanna grow up. It is possible that I'm easily infatuated with foreign girls. The luxurious room may very well mean that I still want to be ridiculously rich to the point that everyone hates me. As for the Christmas shit, I think it's cause I want a keyboard and a complete upgrade for my RG565. As for the PC, YES I WANT ONE!!! But ultimately.....

maybe I just need a good fuck.