i dreamt deja vu the other night. as i was dodging handthrown plastic missles, and saw one pierce through adam's back on the other side of the field, i had that sneaking suspicious feeling i'd seen it all or done it all before. i think what my mind was remembering wasn't the movie i'd seen before i went to sleep [the last samurai], but the slightly concious decision to dream about such things.

and while i could throw plastic missles and throw people around my head and break them in half, i couldn't punch that woman in her pale pale face. i thought i'd beaten that. shrug.