*ponders if she could spam her own journal? nah. that'd be stupid and pointless*
I had this weird/awesome/kickass/relatively-violent dream where I owned this cool dunebuggy garage out the wasteland desert isle. It was like an airplane hanger, it was stinkingng huge. But anyways, I was a near the Spargus gates somewhere next to one of those mountains on the right/Westside. I owned a driving school or car-dealership or expedition vehicle rental store or something. But it was really cool because all of Jak's cars were there(except for the Tough Puppy. It sucks anyways.) including the Sand Shark. I HATE the Sand Shark's gameplay controls in Jak3. If you wanted to turn to the right, the backside would pull to the left when you turn and slide all over the place >.<
*wonders if moderators can mod journal. Maybe if it's viewed publicly(sp.)*
Anyways, I got in the Sand Shark(it's modified to a 1-seater, like in Jak X) and the handling was actually really good. 0.o
Then, I drove to the other side of the wasteland, more specifically, the south side. Then there was all these marauders coming up towards me and then all of the sudden I was in Haven City. Veger(still an ottsel) was there, beating up on some random fat guy o.O, with that staff thing he carries around. It went from a dream where I actually had control over my actions to a dream where I guess I suddenly turn into dark Jak(or something along those lines, you get the jist) and start killing people. I wanted to stop(not because I didn't enjoy killing people, it was more because it was boring killing people over and over.) and go do something else, like kill Veger instead of innocent people. So I went and did that instead. Then Veger's corpse turned into the real DJ and started shooting(with the morph-gun 0_o... huh? Yeah I know) me and so I killed the DJ/Veger-corpse again I suppose. So dreams aren't supposed to make sense, really. Then I woke up and walked to the kitchen to grab some yogurt... Then dark Jak dropped from the ceiling(I guess that was where he was hanging out. How? I dunno.) Then he killed me. Then I woke up for real this time. I guess deep down in my mind I really hate Dark now. Nah. *hugs DJ chibi plushie*

Point Being: "Dreams are freakin' wierd."