non-lucid

Most of the town is gathered in the town hall (in this dream it's more of a large, one story tree building with two rooms), preparing for what we've heard on the news: Germany is invading Norway, starting right here in my home town!

Me and my dad are in sort of a leading position, advisors to the mayor. We try to keep people calm, but they're very afraid of what the germans will do. In the back room, people are even more hectic. "Where are the birds? They should've been here by now, I really hope they'll be here in time," says the mayor in a worried tone. I tell him that the birds are reliable. With the help of 100 birds, we will be able to defeat the germans.

People in the front room are screaming, and we can now see the germans coming down the hills in their tanks. At least 5 tanks. Dammit, we're as good as dead... A German leader goes out of one of the tanks and tells us through a megafone (in perfect English): "You might as well give up and accept defeat. You're surrounded!". All hope seems to have gone. There's too many of them, and the birds haven't shown.

But then! I hear noises from the back room, where dozens of white pigeons can be seen as they flow in to the room, as our desperately needed backup. They do not talk, after all they're just birds. But they seem to know very well what has to be done: attack the germans. We all feel very much safer and better now. We attack them, with the birds using their claws and wings to confuse the germans. They fly into the tanks and make them loose control. We're winning! I'm still on the inside of the building, no need for me to even get involved.

The germans are not very dangerous anymore, and right outside the window closest to me I can see a female reporter with a film camera. She puts his camera into an opening in a german tank. "What is she doing," I ask a girl next to me. "She's making fun of them, and they can't even shoot her," the girl replies. We have a good laugh at the silly germans, who thought they could invade us. Didn't they know we had the birds on our side?

Even though I live in a student apartment, on the second floor, with my mate R, I'm far from a regular student. I always wear black suits on evenings, because that's when I go to my job, as a kidnapper, extortionist and blackmailer. I'm a professional, taking jobs only from a select few clients, and taking no risks.
This time, The Boss wants me to lean on the senator's son to make him influence his father to change his mind on a law proposal. I go to his house to talk to him. The senator's son, skinny guy with short hair and glasses, but a stone cold look on his face, comes willingly, so it's not like a regular kidnapping. However, he refuses to accept my demands. No threats can make him change his mind about this, he says.
Frustrated about not having a break-through, I call up my flat-mate R, to see if he has any suggestions. He says, "For influence, and to learn how to be cruel, there's a series of YouTube films you have to watch. It's called Happy Tree Friends. There you can learn how to be more cruel, so he will listen to you. Even show him the show, and that you like it, and he will understand that you have no mercy."
After watching Happy Tree Friends by myself a little bit, I take my laptop to the senator's son (who is now tied up in a safe-house somewhere), to show it to him. We both watch it together.
(The whole focus changes to the "full screen" episode on youtube.) In this episode, a cute, brown bear has set up a trap to catch a rabbit. It works, cutting in to the rabbit's legs as he is trapped in the metal jaws. He picks up the rabbit, laughing hysterically. He then pretends to set him free, only to catch him again. The bear now takes and axe and chops off limbs and parts of the rabbit's stomach.
"Do you believe me now?", I say to the senator's son, who is looking a lot more frightened. "You still won't kill me though," he says, and still refuses to change his mind.
I go back to the apartment, where I almost take a wrong turn into my neighbours apartment, which confusingly is behind the doors of a lift, which I thought went upstairs. I go to my room, find my phone with a few text messages from The Boss, which makes no sense. I text to him that there's a problem with the senator's son, and we need to meet.
The Boss comes to my apartment, accompanied by his life guard. The Boss is a big, bald man in a black suit, smoking a cigar. He tells me, "If there's no way he will change his mind, get rid of him". "But I'm no hitman," I reply. "I don't care, just do it". The Boss is looking a bit annoyed now. I agree to do it, but not for free - I will charge him 450 extra for the killing.