Thread: My dreams

I was the "aimer" for a gun that shot long distance but kept falling apart. There was a mirror part that I was suposed to look thu to aim and I was showing someone how it worked but the barel that connected it to the basement were the bullets came from kept loosening and coming right off.


I was alone with the gun again after finnaly getting it lined up and not falling apart when I heard someone outside the doorway asking something like "do you want some mice" which I knew was a slang for bulletts... He turned the corner and started shooting at me. I grabed my automatic-handgun(do such things exist?) and shot him in the face and chest. He hid just outside the door again and I tried to think about what was happening. I couldn't make sense of it because I knew this guy and worked with him and we weren't best friends or anything but I couldn't see him going psycho like this. He came thru the door again shooting and I shot back but I ran out of bulletts right then and I was like "crap I forgot to reload" and someones voice (his?/a teacher?/an officer?) said "well you shoulda thought of that while you had the chance.


I quickly dumped the empty clip and put a new one in but I couldn't pull the trigger. I started to wonder why when some part of my brain suggested that there was a plastic thing on the top of the clip and I had to push the blue "safety button" on the gun and THEN fire. I did and something came wobbling out of the barel and fell to the floor but I still couldn't pull the trigger. So I got mad and pulled harder. A great big shotgun shell came out of my handgun and hit the other guy dead centre of his chest. I kept thinking "he should be dead already, anyone would be dead already".


Now that I had found how to shoot I hit him with the big rounds from my now semi-automatic a few more times and he was almost dead. An officer/teacher was right behind me then acting like it was all a test(but they were REAL bulletts) and said, "now that's why you check the calliber of your bulletts and change your triger pressure accordingly". I really hated him.


Either I threw buckets of acid on them or I left the room and turned on a "security" sprinkler that had acid in the pipes but either way I could see these tags melting out of their skin. The tags had ballchain like dogtags but only a small loop and they were yellow and plastik-y and they were the 3D shape of some innitials that I thought were very significant in the dream. (It signified some company with "interesting" experiments, or a government agency trying to make super soilders, and was also this groups remote "hold" on the men)


Sometime *later* the officer/teacher was talking to me and explained that because the other guy was so bullett ridden the acid got IN his body and killed him but it only washed off some of the officers skin and that was easily healed.


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There was alot of running.


I was a very incompitent spy trying to get secrets about this mob/gang/crime ring and anyway I kept bumping into another spy. (She reminded me of a friend I once knew abut she looked and acted like Tia Carreir(sp?) from the TV show that's kinda like Tomb Raider... and her watch was always 10 minutes fast) We were both "freelance" so she didn't kill me and it was kinda funny how she kept getting me out of trouble.


Anyway there was this one time she kept me from getting killed AGAIN and we were sitting on the ground and I was catching my breath while she packed her spy stuff into a duffel bag. I asked her what we were gonna do now and she said her contact would be ariving at 10am to pick up the bag.


All of a sudden there was a garbage truck and a bunch of "bad guys" comming at us. She was like "oh shit, not again" and looked at her watch. She said "it's 10:00 that garbage truck is my contact. When they come by hand them the bag."


The garbage truck turned in a way that blocked the badguys view and the side opened like it was a pepsi truck. I gave the guy the bag and the truck drove away. By the time the bad guys got to us we were just standing around like "what do you want? we don't have anything" and they left. I said to her "wow that was close. But I do understand the need for exact timing. I mean if your contact showed up early, how could you be sure it was them?...lol"


She just gave me this look of "OMG what have we done!" and said "My watch said 10:00 NOT 10:10!" So we took off to find the bad guys who took the duffel.

Somehow it turned into us being chased (I can't remember that bit) and we were running around a city trying to stay away from all the millitary and at one point we ran alongside a train that was parked on the road to provide a base for bleachers facing the otherway. I told her I saw an empty area where we could jump over the fence and climb through the bleachers and blend in with the crowd.

We ran back and although I could see in my (dream)head how we could perfectly sail over the fence and thru the bleachers... we wound up hitting the trainbed under the bleachers very hard and twisting a joint or 3 between us. She hurt her ankle and elbow but we managed to squeeze thu the seats and put an shirts that matched everyone elses. As we were squeezing thru something (not us) scared the kids (everyone on the bleachers were school aged kids) and they all started a stampede. I thought, this is great, now we can just lip along with the ones who got trampled and no one will think twice about it.

I was helping her hobble in the general dirrection everyone else was going when I looked at the shirts we were wearing and they had one those pull-and-win tabs on the front. I pulled ours off and threw them on the ground. She said "Good thinking. What kid could resist pulling those? Now we fit right in."


Obviously not well enough though because soon we were running away again. She said, "Follow me. I know someone who could help." So I followed her to a shack in the corner of the marketplace. We were cold and wet from the rain (even though there was no rain) and she asked the lady running the shop if she had some sweaters we could buy. The lady asked "mens or ladys?" We both kinda laughed and she said, "for us, we're cold and wet and we just need somewhere to change and get warm clothes". The lady said something about haveing closets of mens clothes and a few peices of womens clothes in the apartment downstairs. There used to be a couple living there. She didn't tell us where they went or what happened to them that they didn't want their clothes. We went downstairs...

I was seeing images of men in showers and baths being frightened by "monsters" that were basicly cartoons of the faucets and light switches and such. The monsters didn't harm the men, just frighten them, and when I saw each man laughing when his "monster" went back to normal I knew that they WANTED that to happen.

,,, the lady who led us downstairs said "we entertain people here, and you'll be the entertainment" She showed us 7 boxes stacked on top of eachother. Each box had a different coloured lense for a front panel and each box controled a different "monster". When someone went in / was put in a box it sucked out their life energy to fuel the magic/machine that made the "monsters". We REALY didn't want to go in.(Somewhere around here "I" stoped existing and just watched everything from over my spy-friends shoulder)

After a bit of arguing and the lady storming upstairs to talk to her business partners. My spy-friend had a look around the basement and found a window over a toilet. She went upstair and said, "You know I've really had a change of heart. I want to help you. But first I've really got to go to the washroom. Could you tell me where it is?" They gave her directions to the washroom downstairs. She thanked them and then sure of privacy at least for a moment, she opened the window to discover the basement was under a house in suburbia, but the yard was ringed with two fences toped with barbed wire.

She heard a noise upstairs and spun the toilet paper on it's roll so they thought she was actually using the bathroom. That's when I thought "that's perfect! you can use toilet paper to protect your hands from the barbed wire!" It was like she heard me, or I was a voice in her head but instead of rolling off toilet paper like I had planned, she just ripped through several sheets still on the roll (about half the roll) which came right off together and formed a nice thick layer. She did the same with the other roll and climbed out the window.

By now the ladys knew she was gone and all came after her. She was just about to climb the fence...

When my alarm went off.