life, rambo style

i am really bored to death.
i brought out every book relating to chemistry, desperately trying to stick to my study schedule.
but holy ho.
i can study oh my god. i just went online to see whos on but logged out right after yn said "hihi"
god i am freakin distracted.
and now i am blogging trashy stuff.
stefan is probably killing his neighbours but TOXIC and eileen is probably reading stories to her sea monkey corpse. yn is rotting away somewhere but who cares.
I NEED HELP.
oh anyway or rather last night, but it wasnt really last night since i slept at 1 am so technically its this morning, i dreamt that i saved my juniors from this group of gunmen clad in white this was how it really went:


standing by the tree in front of a jungle villa, i looked up the steps to see 3 men, well-dressed men in white tuxedos and fedora carrying one of those Rambo-styled machine guns with the bullet belt strap thingy slung over their shoulder. as usual, i appear in my dream as a hot sexy young brunette with biceps so big that i cant fold my arms, a torso so sweaty and smooth that even Arnold Schwarzenegger would die for, thighs so muscular that i choke a bear with, a butt so hard i can have breakfast on. but i digress.

as i was saying the 3 men were rushing down the steps like they had their butt on fire. they stopped to look around at the bottom of the steps as though they were looking for something or rather someone, which i came to know later.

when the men went 3 separate ways, i ran up the steps to see wilona standing at the balcony on the second floor, looking out. she was pale, white with fear. she turned to me, her hazel eyes widened. "you cant stay here they..."

"here..."

"shoot... what are you waiting for?" the men bellowed from below.

I lunged at her; i grabbed her by the shoulder; i pushed her to the ground. a volley of bullets came hitting the wall behind.

"up, up now"

wilona rose from the ground and whispered "i cant run anymore". her eyes reddened tears flowed down her cheeks in twin streams. she buried her face in her palms, while i stared totally confused.

"why they, ch, we have no time, they are coming" i said.

grabbing her hand, i pulled her up. "we have to go" i said.

we ran down the steps and bolted through the back door.

"he has her. chase"

we ran through the woods.

another round of bullets came from behind, puncturing the tree trunks linned on both sides. we made an abrupt turn to the left to dodge the bullets.

this is where i forgot what happened. hot dam i could published a novel based on this dream. if only real life was that action packed.