varrin

The first dream started at a friends house (a house that does not exist in real life as far as I know). My friends and I were all watching movies in the basement. Suddenly there was a loud commotion from outside, and it turns out an army was marching through the streets. There were explosions sounding all around us. Then we saw a tank pull up in front of the house, and it turned it's barrel towards us and fired. The force of the shockwave sent us flying backwards, and the shell had blown a hole in the back wall. We climbed out through the hole and ran. Eventually we came upon a tree line, and we went through it.

On the other side was the cornfield behind my dad's house, but it looked like a beach, having sand all the way across it and water crashing on both ends. There were other people there, I want to say "natives" because they had straw huts. They were skimboarding, and I asked if I could try, but I kinda sucked at it.

The next dream I remember is kinda the same. We were all at my dad's house, and then we decided to go into the basement and watch movies. One of my friends complained about the carpet, and how there used to be a different one the last time they were there, so I went upstairs to fetch the other one.

And then I woke up.