viewtifuljon

I'm out exploring an old abandoned hotel (something I've been doing lately IRL). It's big, elaborate, and has sort of teal green paint. It is completely destroyed and has no ceiling. I climb through the rubble and find an ancient cello, or a bass or something. It's in pretty good condition, and I consider taking it and selling it. I start to take some pictures, but before I can take many, I notice that a person driving a car notice me. He looks bothered, and he picks up his cell-phone. It looks like he's about to call the cops.

Then I wake up.

Later on in the night, I'm with my friend Adam. We are trying to stop something from happening. There is a large cargo truck type thing (the kind that's used to transport troops back in like WWII or something) that is full of soldiers armed with WWII era gear. We are armed with some sort of bolt-action rifles. We hide behind a telephone pole and a rock, and begin to take pot shots at them. I don't remember killing anyone. They start to get out of the truck and overwhelm us, so we run away.

We run back to my neighborhood and all the way back to my house. Running is like slogging through molasses at this point. We catch our breath at our house, and we formulate a new plan. We decide we'll go a little ways up the hill. One of us will hide in the grass, and the other will take cover at the bottom of the hill. The one at the bottom will shoot at the truck as it comes down the hill, and the one behind with pop up and shoot them in the back while they're distracted.

I don't remember how this plan turned out.