Of Ice Cream and Guns
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, 09-01-2011 at 08:34 PM (465 Views)
The first dream was about Travis and I going to get up early and go with our Grandfather to go hunting with some other family members. Travis is my brother by the way. I have never hunted before, so I am not quite sure as to why we were suddenly going. The day before, I had made myself a huge bowl of ice-cream. Man, was it good. But something happened, and I had to stop eating and put it in the sink to melt. >:[ The next morning, I think we were at my Grandparents house, we were getting ready again I think. It was a pretty weak attempt, as if nobody was taking it seriously. And, again, I made myself another huge bowl of ice-cream. I could not get enough of that stuff. >:O~ I don't remember too much afterwards. I think the dream faded.
The second Dream I was at high school again. This time a partner and I had to present a project to the class. My partner was a student I once knew a long time ago, but were never really friends. To make a long, and quite boring story short, he presented it without me for some reason, and later I just recall walking around the campus.
The third dream happened a bit later in the morning. I was with my Dad and we were in some sort of shop. The owner had a lot of tools and for some reason custom firearms. I recall that at one point, after meeting a few people whom I have never met in real life, including someone claiming to have the name Terezi, a web-comic character. We were trying out a new weird gun that the owner had made. But the strangest part was that someone volunteered to be the target. O__O After getting shot multiple times, he walked away with several huge whelp marks. It seemed to be a non-lethal gun, but the bullets were huge! I finished off the clip into some targets that were setup. We later went into another part of the building where there were a ton of people walking around. It looked like a very crowded convention center. Walking through the place, there seemed to be a lot of people fighting and getting angry. Even I got caught up in a fight with some punk who looked familiar. After a few punches were thrown and him ending up on the floor, I guess I spared him and went along with my business. I don't remember too much more as I guess the dream started to fade into oblivion.