Lyrics to Lunacy

So I recently caught a sickness over the weekend, and that probably caused a dream that actually made sense AND was fun.


I was at my friend's house, in the back yard, which was a forest of tall pine trees with little sun coming in from the top. The forest floor was completely blanketed with pine needles, and some other foresty things. This area of the neighborhood was a popular place to build tree houses, I could count at least three from the back yard.

We walked around, talking mostly about Minecraft I'd imagine, since we were both addicts. Then My friend paused, and so did I, as a group of knife-wielding people walked into the yard from around the corner of the house. There were about three, walking in a triangle, the one in the center leading them.

"That's John," My friend whispered, referring to the leader.

John approached him and pushed him out of the way, onto the ground. None of the group seemed to acknowledge me. John picked up a bronze horse bust from the ground. "This looks important," He noted, and walked off with it.

The dream transitioned to inside of the house, in a blank hallway with guns laying on the ground. A rifle, sniper, pistol, shotgun, and SMG. We were arming ourselves for a second encounter. My friend took a pistol and SMG, and I took the shotgun and sniper.

We were outside again, and my friend was tweaking around with the SMG.
"Look," He said. "I made it work." I didn't know it was broken, but then I remembered a false memory of it being broke. He shot it into the ground to demonstrate, but it was so inaccurate he had to hold the weapon sideways in order to make it fire in front of him.

I heard voices from the front yard of the house.

"Looks like we're being hunted," my friend said. He moved to to the corner, and gestured for me to follow.

We heard laughter from the other side of the corner.

"Ha, they think we cant see them." John said, moving out from the corner, with a pistol. He now had five people following him. My friend moved out first, targeting some of John's followers, kicking one in the face.

I rolled closer to John.

"Gentlemen," I said, striking the pistol out of his hand as I rose. I primed the shotgun and pointed the barrel at his face.

John smirked. "You wouldn't."
I considered this. I moved the barrel to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger.

Click.

John laughed.
"Crap," I mentioned, and simply hit him over the head with the shotgun, knocking him out. I pushed his body aside before it finished falling. I zigzagged forward, striking somebody who was aiming a pistol at me in a nerve, and then kicked him in the solar plexus, just to be safe.

I was teleported to one of tree houses, which was little more than a platform. I was laying down, aiming with my sniper. My friend had taken down one, and the remaining two were trying to surround him. I sniped one in the thigh, and he tipped over. Knowing I'd soon be noticed by the other, I abandoned by sniper, unclipped my shot gun from my belt. There was a zip line to the tree a few meters to my left. I got a running start and jumped towards the zip line, narrowly catching it. I grabbed both ends of my shotgun and used it to slide down. Halfway to the end, I released my grip, did a flip towards the enemy, twirled, still in the air, and kicked him across the face, propelling him several meters.

I landed on my feet, panting. My stomach muscles tensed. I said something witty, which I forgot, and the dream ended.