I’m NOT Milla Jovovich. . .

Last night I had another dream. I dreamed I was in the “Resident Evil: Apocalypse” movie and I was Milla Jovovich. First, I was in the little convenience store where Nemesis fires the rocket launcher at the STARs members. I ran out the back and hid behind a huge garbage dumpster, which protected me from the blast. After Nemesis left, I started walking the other way. I looked at the chain link fences and the trash in the street and thought to myself, yes, this looks like a Resident Evil movie. Not too many zombies though.

I was after a little German man who was starting factions in Raccoon City, but he sent his group of super tall men under mind control after me.There were too many and I was trapped, but then I thought to myself. “Wait a minute. I’m Milla Jovovich. With my superpowers, I will jump to the top of this house and evade them.” So I jumped, but just barely made the roof and had to pull myself up. How embarrassing.


Even worse, one of the tall men managed to get onto the roof too. I was evading him, but the roof of the house was completely covered by piles of books that would teeter when you stepped on them. So I thought, “I’m Milla Jovovich.I could simply push the guy backwards and because of all the slippery books, he will easily fall to the ground.” So I suddenly turned around and pushed the guy down, but he didn’t fall off the roof, or even unbalance the books! Unbelievable. So I jumped down from the roof and ran into a restaurant.

I guess even in dream I couldn’t really believe I was Milla. *sniff*


Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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