More Unintentional Symbolism

Someone dressed up like my brother (and band mate in the Society) began to electrocute that area near my right shoulder and probably tried to drain some life-force or something. Anyhow, I knew that the demon wasn't my brother and I let out a war cry and began to attack.

And that's when I woke up. The war cry sounded like a strange wheeze in real life.

Oh...and last night's dream, I came up with a stand up comic routine that involved buying 16 to 20 tacos. Apparently, I was also in high school.

End transmission.