Anyways, I had another rather depressing dream while I was sleeping earlier. We were still up at EB Games, waiting for them to open, when I noticed that Wal-Mart was open, so I suggested we run by there so I could check out what they had. No sooner than Dad started up the van though, did I glance behind me and notice that EB Games was in fact open, so I quickly jumped out, and ran to the door, where some guy was unlocking it. I said something about "So you guys are open at 7". He said yes, then I asked him "Please tell me you have Wiis", to which he said yes as well, so I rushed into the store, where a bunch of other people were at the counter. I told the guy behind it that I wanted a Wii, then pulled the envelope of money out of my pocket, and looked up to see him grabbing something off the shelf that looked like a cross between an SNES, and a game for it. Then he took that over to the door to the back room, and I woke up in excitement, which faded drastically to a feeling of overwhelming sadness after I realized it was only a dream.
Why do all the good things have to happen in dreams? Reminds me of one I had back when I was still a kid. We were watching America's Funniest Home Videos on TV (the old one with Bob Saget), and for whatever reason, he was handing chocolate out through the TV :p I rushed out of my room, into the TV room because I really wanted to get some, grabbed it, went to bite into it, and woke up. Yeah.
I think that's about all I have to say for now though.