What dreams may come #2

This is just a series of random thought, so I'll just be sure to make it short and sweet.

Last night, I had this weird frickin' dream about my friends. We were all in the Super Smash Bros. Melee world. My roommate Jon and his friend Chris were Luigi and Mario, respectively. Johnny and Keith were the Ice Climbers, for some odd reason. Rudy and his fiancee were Bowser and Peach, respectively. Finally, I was Link.

So we all were fighting at Princess Peach's castle in the usual Melee style, when Jon does Rock Howard's (King of Fighters, Capcom vs. SNK 2) raging storm. I was like, "What the hell, man. You can't do that." So then I just threw Bison's Psycho crusher for the win. From there, all hell broke loose. Rocket launchers and shotguns ahoy. Rudy grabbed his fiancee, chucked her into a UFO, and zoomed off...with the Confederate tune playing, of course. Johnny and Keith just found a mountain in the background and climbed it, while Keith was complaining about the weather. Me and Jon just fought while Chris chased after some random Catgirl.

(Note to self: Super Smash Bros. and Red Bull at 1:00 a.m. don't mix)