fighting godzilla

woke up at 4am this morning because of a scary dream. and seeing how i'm 24, it really didn't make sense why i was afraid, but in all honesty, i really was.

there was a boy-who-turns-into-godzilla-when-hungry who terrorized the area i lived in. he wasn't very big, but unfortunately very man-eating. everytime godzilla comes around, those who lived in this area/town would have to fight him in order to survive. we all had weapons of our choice, long sticks with balls at the end, chains, my favorite (or rather, what i deemed was most effective) was a whip. not too dangerous looking when you looked at it, but it drew blood on the monster.

call me weird, but at 4am it was still too real. i'm really glad i have my iron-clad-disclaimer friend.