Cynical

October 16, 2011

No recollection.*

October 17, 2011

I'm honestly not sure where this dream came from or why I had this dream. I haven't written dreams down since October 14, which was a school day. See, I write these on the bus to school. *I was planning to write my Friday night dream on Sunday when I was in church, but other things came up.*

My memory of this dream is very vague. I'm going to just post random segments, which is something I didn't want to do.*

In the beginning, I think my whole family was in jail. There were a pair of twins who joined my family, but only one of them went to jail. The other stayed out, and I spent the entire dream wondering if it was the evil one. They also had their own Tommy Guns. I kept thinking about a show I never even watched, The Cramp Twins, though one of them is not blue...nor is the other one.*

*Someone was in the maximum security prison in the middle of the ocean, and I felt this odd desire to rescue him. So, I was driving across the ocean on a motorboat, the free twin was with me, his Tommy Gun ready to shoot.*

*There was a giant white building just...there. When we got closer, a bunch of giant green monsters were there, and his Tommy gun didn't do anything. We just sped past them and reached the gate. *For whatever reason, the gate was open, beckoning us in. Once we got in, I took a look around. The walls around us never seemed to have an end, lengthwise or heightwise. There were jail cells on top of each other and next to each other.*

We began to walk down the hallway, looking for the guy we were here to rescue. As I approached a door, at least one hundred guards greeted us with guns and swords. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sword longer than my leg. The kid and I fought the guards, in an epic clash. He had to deal with the shooting guards, and no one with a gun tried to shoot anyone with a sword. For some reason, I was pretty good at fighting with a sword, especially against a bunch of highly-trained guards.*

**Once we killed them all, we wandered in to the Big Room. The man we were here to save was lying on a table, tied to it. He was hairy, thin as a bone, and dying. We lifted him on the boat, and escaped. The monsters chased after us, and wouldn't stop gaining speed. So, I threw the kid at them, thinking it to be the evil one. The man and I escaped unscathed.*

There was more to the dream, where I explored the jail in more detail and found some interesting things, but I'm gonna fast-forward to the end.*

I was lying in my bed, when the other twin was on top of me suddenly, yelling "CRAMP TWINNNNNNNN!". Then he shot me.*