Cynical

December 1, 2011

A dream influenced by god knows what.*

It starts with me getting out of a white car with four other people. They were a family. Mom, dad, son and daughter. We were in the middle of a forest. There was a giant lake nearby, and there was a cabin right next to us.*

The dad spent most of his time locked in a room. There was a funny smell coming from outside. *The next thing I remember is that there was a giant white truck outside. The father gave the driver (my brother in law) a giant box, and the driver gave him a few DVDs of Breaking Bad. There were a lot of games in the truck, and when the driver was preoccupied with the dad, I stole them all. As we walked away, the father patted my head, saying "Just like I raised you."

It turned out I wasn't human, but an alien child he found on his door step. Him and I were a duo of thieves, but he didn't say what his goal was. I asked him what was in the box. "All in good time, son."*

I'm missing some pretty awesome details from my dream, but I know this part very well. The five of us started to go into a restaurant near the cabin, but we saw a bear. We went back to our car, which was now a golf cart. The dad told the son to get in the back of the cart, and the mother to drive as fast as she could. The son pulled out a Tommy Gun, and the cart sped off. The bear was keeping pace pretty well.*

The dad and I walked into the restaurant. The host looked at the father, and they both high-fived and laughed. Then a police officer walks up, and hands the dad a napkin. The napkin says:

You are under arrest for*
Murder
Drug Dealing
Drug Possession
Petty theft
Grand theft*
Kidnapping
Loitering

*I look around at everyone. The father has his hands in his pockets, the host is reaching under his podium and the officer is picking his nose. The dad yells at me to run. He pulls out two assault rifles, and then he rips his shirt, roaring. He runs around on a shooting rampage. One minute later, we're the only two left in the restaurant. "Check please," he says to no one in particular.*

We walk out, and the bear appears to be dead. The family hugged each other in a happy moment. Then the bear got up, walked over to the family and blew itself up. The forest became a giant wasteland, and only the father and I remained. He told me to continue the mission, and then he died.*

I just shrugged and walked away.*

The second dream I had wasn't as fun. I went to my first school, *and decided to say hi to all my old teachers. They told me to fuck off.