TheNinja's Dream Journal

Dream 1: (Dreamtime: 2 hours)
I am in a series of primitive houses in some rocky mountain vista. I am a special forces commando, and I sneak around and shoot people with my silenced weapons (It's as if everyone is playing a real life version of MW2). I remember that on my HUD there was a radar that showed where everyone was. (Dream skip)

I am at the top of a hill in a ghillie suit with the same weapons as before. I sneak down the hill to a small ridge. On the other side is a tank and a helicopter. I shoot the tank, but my bullets have no effect on it, and the helicopter starts firing it's guns at me. I duck back behind my cover (although the helicopter is fully functioning, it never leaves the ground). I decide to blow them both up with some C4. I toss it and then crouched behind cover, I detonate it. I then walk halfway back up the hill and set up a tent. Some of my friends, similarly dressed to my original, non-ghillie suit self join me and we deliberate for an hour on what weapons to use and such. At one point, we try out a machine sniper that my dad had made. Although it has little ammo, it's really cool, and I ask my dad how he made it. Later on we go back up the hill, presumably to join the battle.

Dream 2: (Dreamtime: 3 hrs)
I can't remember a lot of the specifics other than the plot of this dream, but it was long.

Me and five friends (One Indian girl who seemed familiar, the blond guy from that Disney movie lemonade mouth, the blond girl from lemonade mouth, and me.) are on a mission to stop this plan some kids have to take over the school by breeding aliens. The guy (Who I will now refer to as bob because I can't keep calling him guy) and I pretend to be on the "Bad Guys" side and discover their plan. We offer to help them, and they agree. We go with them and help put alien tentacles on the ceiling. After a while, one of the bad guys sees some blue sludge on Bob's backpack, and gets suspicious. We say we have to leave, and jump down from the ceiling (we should have died; it was 200 feet in the air) and join the others at our table. For some reason I have to go get the blond girl's hair band from the drama table. The teacher keeps rambling on to me about something, and after a few minutes, I make up some excuse and return to my friends. We formulate a plan to kill the alien tentacles on the ceiling (dream skip)

We are sitting on a couch and I'm sitting on the Indian who is wrapped in a gigantic hotdog bun, and she ig giggling. I keep teasing her to not eat herself, because her religion prevents her eating beef. WTF!?