a dream

Some fictional woman and I were at a house that was supposed to be heatray's. The man himself was putting on his chainmail, helmet, and punk-rock t-shirt to go and compete in a bumper-car jousting tourney. The woman and I could not go, but we were able to watch the proceedings on television. This turned into an episode of "Angel," with Spike fighting in a demonic tough-guy competition. His last opponent was a sentient and hostile stepladder that went skittering off into a complex of abandoned laundry rooms. Our protagonist wandered through the corridors, with a barstool as weapon, awaiting the inevitable ambush.

As a fan of classics and gaming

...I would be remiss if I did not include a link to this:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/rogueclassicism/217970.html

Now if I could only figure out what that would be called in Latin...

non-metaphorical

No matter how many times I pick up this cup, it will still be empty.