Ultra Magnus
31 August 2006, lunch time
I had a strange dream this morning, during that period of time after you first wake up, but before you really wake up. There is a room full of broken toys, mostly transformers. Someone opens the door and tosses more in. One transformer, Ultra Magnus, isn’t that broken, and starts looking for the car-carrying trailer portion of his body. He finds a trailer, but it isn’t the car-carrying trailer it is supposed to be, it’s a normal trailer — the sort of trailer you’d see on the back of Optimus Prime. Anyway, he puts it on his back and drives away. I don’t know why i’d dream about Ultra Magnus; he was such a lame ass.