Hahaha, yeah, I'm quite the pervert. Just kidding. And yes, I did notice your lack of sex dreams! Why am I willing to post them? They're just dreams.
Well, last night, I probably had about 3 or 4 dreams, but I didn't have a journal to write them all down in (I'm at my dads); this really sucks because I haven't remembered that many in this much detail. 'Tis a shame. One thing I remember from the third dream is me in some sort of metallic, modernized building talking to a woman. That's it. Everything else is long forgotten. I wish I could rip open my head, take out my brain, and scoop out all my dreams!
I apologize for the content in this dream, it was very heated.
Dream #6 - McDonalds Employees and Beetles
Okay, well, it started off with me and my dad in a puny, cramped McDonalds, and we're at the front of the line. For some reason people are lined up along the counter as opposed to lining up behind the cashier. There's a middle-aged man (probably 30+) with bleached blonde hair and an awkwardly placed eyebrow ring, which is a dark silver. It looks pretty much like the earrings I have right now.
Me and my dad order awhile I'm busy scrutinizing this employee behind the counter, who looks like a jackass to me for an unknown reason. My dad starts talking and I think maybe his debit card didn't go through, or my dad says something along the lines of "Haha, I pressed the wrong one." The employee is outside the counter for some reason now - I think I just believed that he went to run an errand awhile taking the order. Then the blonde guy starts freaking out at my dad, who in turn gets angry (my dad has a strong past of fighting with employees that piss him off).
I start to get angry, which never really happens, and mouth the guy off, saying "You're thirty years old and you're working at a fucking McDonalds! Grow up!" The employee retreats to a stool behind the burger frier, and covers his ears and starts shouting "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BLOOPBLOOPBLOOPITYBLOOP! CAN'T HEAR YOU!" (Looking back on this I find it hilarious ) awhile making the craziest faces.
I screamed back, "Seriously, you're acting like a fourteen year old! Grow the fuck up!"
The man continued his immature phenomenon, which steadily increased my anger. My dad was yelling stuff too at the time, and we were upsetting everybody else in the McDonalds. Finally, I said, "Let's take this outside." The employee shut up for a second, and walked over to me with his hands flared out and eyes big.
"You wanna do this? Yeah, I'll fuck you up. Let's do it," the employee said (too bad I didn't get a look at his nametag this time ).
We go outside onto the gravel, and I remember looking back at the building which looked really old (kinda like from Forest Gump where his girlfriend or whatever lived when she was young). I also remember putting my hand out to stop from falling into a parked black van, and then I walked towards the employee, whos appearance changed from this point on. His eyes had way more bags and had turned brown. I put my fists up, as did he, and I tried to elbow him.
NOTE:
I've noticed it's a lot tougher to fight in dreams - you don't always connect, and your eye-hand coordination seems way off. You might swing but your arms will go flailing in the opposite direction to your opponent.</span>
Alright, well, I tried to elbow him, but my arm seemed so heavy and I just couldn't reach his face. I think I tried to do this twice (the second time with the left elbow), but still to no avail. Instead, I just put my fists up again and began to pummel him in the face with considerably less power than I had, but it still seemed to work. We circled around the van awhile I continued to split open his skin, but in the background was one single tree upon a patch of grass, it looked like:
Finally, he fell to the ground unconscious, and for some reason he now had a dark blue hoody on with the hood up. I tried to find his head under the really big hood, and finally I came aross an incredibly bloody face - I gave him a couple more solid shots to the skull, dragged him to lean against the wall, and went back inside.
I kind of forget what happened here, but the next thing I knew I was walking across this really green, grassy field with my dad and some other person. This wasn't a different dream, it was still in the same 'universe'. I remember seeing the 'shack' that the McDonalds was, and I wanted to see what happened to the guy I fought, so I walked over, leaving my dad and whoever else was with him by themselves. There was no unconscious McDonalds employee, but a skeleton (which was moved a couple feet from the wall) in the exact same position as I had left him. He had a little collection of flowers and some stocky candles lit on top of them. I tried picking up the candles but it was too difficult.
Next thing I know I'm in some dungeon, some catacombs, and it's me, my dad, and that same person we were with before (<span style="color:#FF0000">I think it was a girl). We were all talking, and I was trying to find something amongst the granite shelves.
Suddenly, the McDonalds employee that I 'killed' comes through the doorway and we all start wrestling. I think one of them has a gun, and we're all trying to get that so we can kill the McDonalds employee, who has gone back to the original appearance with blonde hair. For some reason we fall down this circular shaft twice. This I don't really know how to explain. It was like a video game where you die and revert to the last saved game and go through the same process. Anyways, we'd fall down the shaft, all these massive beetles would come out, and me and my dad and the other girl would start poking them with these long spears. It'd do the 'revert' thing and we'd fall down the shaft again (which was filled with spikes this time! and do the entire thing over. This is when my dad came in and woke me up.
Don't judge me! I'm not really bent towards the destruction of all McDonalds employees!
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