"What happened to my rationale?"
Had some fucked up dream last night.
Started with heaps of skinheads breaking into two houses, but they were only travelling through these houses to reach a third house that was between them, which contained enemies that they wanted to beat up. None of the people in the two outer houses put up any resistance; it was like the skinheads were a force that not even the police could handle in this dream, as if they made up a too-large portion of the population in this suburb.
I remember the suburb was a poor suburb; in the second house that was broken into, there was no furniture and the walls, floor and ceiling were all concrete-grey. The guy who owned the crappy house looked like a 25-year-old version of Harry Potter.
The bogans were now in this backyard resembling my own, but this other backyard that felt and still feels familiar to me, like I'd been there before - like it belonged to someone I'm no longer friends with, but I can't really remember it for real life.
Suddenly I was in this backyard with friends, I think it was Madeline and some other people from the panasonic youth; I remember Markus being there as well. The terrain was steeply elevated, and part of a fence or shed or something physically unlikely. We would grab onto the shed roof and pull ourselves up to higher terrain, as if there were no actual surrounding houses, but simply hills beyond the back fence. We were going out and exploring beyond the backyard or something, and the group was generally excited.
All of a sudden Chaos Marines were flooding into the area from the front yard, while all my Obliterators were hanging around raiding stuff with the panasonic youth. I started to regret not building turrets at the front of my house. Eventually I got rid of the chaos marines, but every time I sent my units off to raid other bases, I'd notice on the minimap which had just spawn like a personal HUD that my base was totally getting raeped by fags from the other team!
I was now in my room, having just "woken up" or something, and was really tired, grumpy and stressed out about the work I had to get done at school. I started yelling like a maniac at the rest of my family,who were worried about leaving my at home alone with only my sister, incase I hurt her or myself. My parents were going out somewhere, some place like Barbara and Peter's house or something. I yelled at them to leave already, but that made them more agressive toward me, which made me even more agressive toward everything, until even I thought I was acting completely mental, shouting and convulsing in the hallway in fits of uncontrollable anger.
My parents kept asking me what was wrong, but I didn't want to admit to them that the workload from school was stressing me out for some reason. I kept giving them vague answers or just saying I was angry, but not naming any actual cause.
Eventually my parents left, and I was thinking to myself, "what am I doing? What's wrong with me?" I went into my sister's room, and she asked me if I could use the Cut Tool from 3DS Max on the white draws of this desk she was building. She wanted me to cut and delete the top polygons of these draws, and then re-draw polygons over it, because the draws had been made too big. I was really tired and overworked and slightly insane, so I told her I couldn't be bothered and left the room.
James and some other friends came over, and we were doing simple tasks like making lunch and such, but for some reason I kept making highly irrational decisions and performing each task in really extreme, unconventional or otherwise illogical steps. Meanwhile, James managed to complete my tasks or his own tasks through logical, rational decisions and steps. I said out loud "What happened to my rationale?" Referring to everything that had gone wrong since I woke up.
I walked outside and saw some sparrows trying to capture one of my relics, so I yelled at them and chased them off. They told me "If you just built a listening post on it, we wouldn't try to capture it!" So I placed a slice of cheese down over the relic, and pressed it down really hard, so it stuck. On top of the cheese was a tower-like listening post.
Every now and then I returned to the back fence of the yard and tried to climb to the elevated terrain by grabbing onto the shed roof and pulling myself up, but over time the shed had worn away more and more, and was now impossible to climb because you would keep sliding off. Instead, Markus showed me some grass on a dirt plane adjacent to the shed roof, which I could grip well enough to pull myself up; I noticed the grass was also beginning to wear from the people using it to climb to the higher ground.
"I don't want to use you"
Last night I asked myself "who do I talk to?" in regards to a problem.
I dreamt that Markus and I were hanging around in Albion at night, next to a main road. We were standing on a small area of flat concrete that made up the centrepiece of a depression in the grass around us. There was also a thick, short concrete wall that blocked our immediate sight of the road. We had been dropped off here by Katherine.
Now I was hanging around with Katherine and Jilliah, and we saw that Mitchell-esque guy Katherine liked, except his head had been shaved completely bald. We wanted to get him into Bang, but he had forgotten to take his identification, so he couldn't get in. Katherine and Jilliah were going to go in anyway, but I couldn't be bothered and left.
Now Markus and I were walking along the main road to KFC. I think we were in the city, but the buildings weren't that big here. There was a bunch of guys that looked like stereotypical 'wogs' who started shouting things at us, but we ignored them and kept walking to KFC. Markus got something to eat and I suggested we stick together because those people were probably going to jump us as we made our way back from KFC. I saw Jill in KFC and suddenly she wanted an escort to Bang, but Markus was still waiting on his order, so I decided to take Jilliah and meet Markus back at KFC. It took a while for us to reach Bang, and when I made my way back, I couldn't find Markus.
I assumed he had tried to go back without me and they had jumped him. I tried to call him, then I called James to tell him what happened. I called Markus's phone again and an arrogant voice answered. I told them to come back to the city to meet me and settle this, but they claimed they were 'a week away' from Melbourne. I gave up abusing and harassing them and went home, where I went on msn to try to contact Markus. He was on msn and said those people had jumped him and taken his phone.
We were back in the city and it was as if I hadn't actually gone home. Markus and I were outside KFC and the group of people were nearby. I asked Markus what happened, and he said all six of them had attacked him, but he managed to knock one out before they took him down. He made a reference to hearing a distinct "popping" noise as his fist connected with their jaw. There were suddenly other people with us, like William and Nicholas, and we were laughing about how it took six of these larger people to take out Markus and even then one of them was knocked out. I suggested we go bash them now, since we seemed to have superior skill and now decent numbers, but for some reason we didn't.
In the next dream I was in this dungeon with some other guy, and the demon-dude from Mortal Kombat, Moloch, was let in through a massive gate. He started to throw us around and was kicking our arses when I found a way of fighting back. I grabbed chains on the wall and swung around him, kicking my legs out and running and jumping off the walls and high speed, suspended in the air. Moloch couldn't hit me anymore, so he left me and went for the other guy, who he pinned against the wall and began to attack. I landed behind Moloch and suddenly I had swords, so I went to the left side of Moloch and slashed at his abdomen, then moved and did the same to his right. His stomach dropped down and released his internal organs in front of the guy he was holding against the wall.
Suddenly the scene changed and Moloch was now my dead dog, Lucy, who I had disemboweled. She didn't seem to be in pain, but her internal organs had dropped out of her and she was now "skinny". I knew I had to kill her, so I decided to cut the main artery on her throat, or decapitate her.
Now she was laying on my bathroom floor - well, she was Leo - Leo was laying on my bathroom floor with me standing over him with a scalpel, apologising and telling him that I loved him, as I examined his neck to decide where to cut him so he would die the fastest.
I woke up and then had another dream where I was in a shopping centre with Markus and Jana. I was rather insistant on making out with her, but we ended up doing things like biting each others ears instead. I remember her ears felt quite cold when I bit them, and when she bit me I could feel the saliva. At one point she threw a blanket or something over me which gagged me, and I pretended to struggle just for the sake of fun, but then I couldn't breathe through my nose, so I had to stop.
At one point we were getting more intimate, when I realised she was sitting on Markus, and the whole image and implication was just negative toward Markus, so I stopped for his sake and my morals' sake.
Later on it was just her and I sitting on a table against a wall at Bang. I said something about something Jilliah said to me about getting lucky, though I wasn't actually implying anything - just making conversation - and Jana seemed to immediately become angry, so I told her "I don't want to use you."
She calmed down when I said that, but then left the table. I stayed and 'surfed' an upside-down table off another table, onto the floor, rather skillfully, just for lulz, and saw Jilliah again, who probably told me off for being childish or something. I left the venue and I had what looked like a thick, black shoe-horn or long phone in my hand (maybe Jilliah gave it to me? Or did I retrieve Markus's phone somehow?) Anyway, I'm not sure what it was, but I was holding it like a gun like I'll do to any object in real life. I walked outside and I was in an alleyway. I grabbed four umbrellas that I had left leaning against the wall, and my trench coat, as I picked these things up and tried to hold them or pocket them all at once, it started to rain really heavily. There were also two adult men sitting at a table, who were looking at me weirdly. Fair enough. I managed to pocket the dual compact umbrellas that were black and had curved handles, and held my large rainbow and black umbrellas in my left hand. I also put the shoe-horn in the chest-pocket of my trench coat.
I walked away and up to a red wooden and glass door that lead to the inside of Flinders Street Station. I stood there holding my left hand up like a student about to ask a teacher a question, expecting the door to open if I "requested" it. A person looked at me and kept walking, and then I realised what I was doing and felt like an idiot. I opened the door and the dream ended.
Good and evil is not so black and white
48.
dreamt I was sitting in the kitchen at the back of the house with my father. Heard a crashing noise in the backyard. Asked him about it - he said it was just "the bald man" implying it was the neighbour next door. Only my "vision" on this one looked more like a serial killer or escaped mental patient. I said I wanted to see who it was, so my father took me to his bedroom where the window looked into the front yard. We stared into a mirror that reflected whoever was standing outside (because they were at some weird angle), but I couldn't see who it was. Then I noticed someone dressed in black walking in our front yard on the opposite side of what were were trying to view through the mirror. This person walked up to another person leaning on our fence from out in the street. It was Daniel on the fence and his older sister, Sara, in my front yard. I was wondering what they were doing here, but chicks are chicks, so I didn't mind. Then James, Markus and Rachel also appeared outside my parent's window. I didn't recognise Rachel for some reason (she had dyed her hair this awesome shade of dark purple instead of pink). James told me it was Rachel (his girlfriend), and I wondered how I could have forgotten. I went out into the front yard and there were all sorts of people around. Apparently they'd come because I'd invited them today, but forgotten about it. There was also Matthew, a 7-or-so-year-old who's mother had bought these really sweet confectionary lollies, but some parts of them were really sticky, wet and green-looking, like bacteria was eating them. I asked Matthew what that was about, and he tried to make me guess. I'm an impatient man, so I just went right ahead and ate the lolly. It tasted awesome, and then I realised - somehow his mother had managed to combine sweets with cucumber! HOLY HELL! AWESOME!!!!
Xenomorphs! (Lucid pwnage)
My dream began with me and some friends at a place like the Melbourne Showgrounds combined with a large school or university. It was a large place with lots of people around and many rooms and halls that connected to each other. I wandered around, got lost, and ended up arriving in the "library" which was also a "store" that sold many other things too. I walked around and found a shelf with an Ian Irvine book on it, it looked like the new installment from the Song of the Tears series, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a book about all the creatures, technologies, cultures, etc. of The Three Worlds. I also found a pile of cards which I had a strong compulsion to buy - but I didn't think I had enough money to buy both the book I wanted and the cards.
I ended up talking to one of the women who worked there about buying the cards and book. We sat down at a table for some reason and then she said something that implied she wanted to pick me up, but when I responded she said she didn't mean for whatever she said to sound like that; she wasn't interested. That was a relief, because among other things, she was looking waaayyy too old (haha, 5+ years is way too old to me). This chick looked 30. Anyway, after that embarassing moment I walked around again and ran into James and some other friends.
Two guys decided to annoy us, so when they walked between two book shelves, James and two others decided to form a human wall and trap them there. When they were trapped there, they wrote something on the wall in black marker, which I can't remember and probably couldn't read anyway. After letting the two guys go, two larger guys joined them and ganged up on James and his two friends, intimidating them, though not really though violence. I watched in amusement and contemplated helping them, but figured the only way to do that would be starting a fight (no logic in dreams, heh), and I didn't want to get kicked out.
Tina from TAFE was sitting around on the table across from me while I was watching James and something slightly upsetting or embarrassing happened to her, so I held her hand to comfort her - which astonished me - because none of us were weirded out, despite the fact that we'd both be mutually freaked out if this happened in real life, despite the platonic intentions.
We left this school/building and went to some motel where all the rooms were next to each other in one long, straight line. It was now night time, and Tina and I had constructed some sort of mechanical, high-speed robot disguised to look and act like a rabbit.
I had the remote control for it (similar to one belonging to an RC car) and was controlling, watching it through the window, as it sped down the night-time road outside in a blur. On the other side of the road was a lake, where we got the rabbit to stay so it could emit a blinding light from inside its body for some reason, like it was beaming a signal somewhere into space. Unfortunately the rabbit was hard to control and where it was at the lake, it was hard to see behind bushes - I was frightened it was still "rolling" forward a bit and was going to fall into the lake, so I moved it, and it sped around near the lake like it was sliding on ice - it was just so difficult to get to stay still in the right spot! Eventually we saw police cars come, and tried to get the rabbit to flee into a park further down the road, but after expending so much energy speeding around like a schizophrenic farm animal, it could barely drag itself into the park at this critical moment (whatever were doing must have been illegal). Tina and I rushed outside, with me still holding the remote, and we tried to get the rabbit, but the police were there first. I controlled the rabbit with the controller behind my back, but he could barely slouch away as a police officer approached it. He said it must be injured, but then gave it a hard kick, knocking it through the gate on the sidewalk and into the park, where it continued to slouch away at a slightly faster pace. At one point the rabbit, drained of energy, sat down on its own accord and watched the police ask Tina and I what we were doing here. We said we were just curious about what all the noise was about out here and managed to get away with that story.
Now we were walking down the footpath just outside all of these motel rooms, when I suddenly realised I was dreaming for what I can only assume was no real concious trigger at all. I said out aloud, "I'm dreaming", and Tina seemed to disappear without me noticing at this point as my attention was directed inward. I lifted my arms in front of me and stared at my hands, repeating over and over again "I'm dreaming", as I tried desperately to stabilize the dream before it could be snatched away from me (prior to this lucid dream, all my other ones had been remarkably short, ending almost instantly, so I was well aware of the importance of taking time to stabilize the dream). I looked at my hands, seeing if they looked any different from real life, but they didn't. I payed attention to the sound of my own voice repeating those two words over and over again, and the feeling of my ankles digging into the concrete. After a whle I realised this dream wasn't going to run away anywhere, and decided to try blasting energy from my hands. It didn't work, which was typical. I started to walk around, "willing" people to appear when I turned a corner or entered a room, but where ever I went, there was no-one to be seen. I suddenly had walked my way into my kitchen, and at this point realised I could try drawing a chalk door like last time and summoning people through that, but I couldn't summon the chalk between my fingers. Growing frustrated, I decided to just "draw" the door with my index finger, along some grimy tile wall that happened to exist in my kitchen. I felt the roughness between the tiles as I ran my finger downward in a straight line, but nothing happened. I also tried a few times to reach people in other dreams, but a lack of faith in that kind of stuff combined with the fear trying could destroy my dream made these attempts very weak ones.
Suddenly I was teleported to a restaurant outside Ballarat Road. James, Markus and some other people were around here. I still knew I was dreaming, and was getting frustrated with the lack of ability I had in this particular lucid, so I decided to just get angry and summon Xenomorphs for killing. Knowing a good trick was to look away and look back (and what you want might be there), I looked North, East, South and West, spinning around and stopping at each direction to focus on the horizon and command that Xenomorphs would flood to me from these directions. I looked back at the restaurant and behold: three Xenomorphs were just inside the door, starting to tear there way through the terrified people inside. Outside more Xenomorphs were rushing at the restaurant. Without being consciously aware that I had summoned it, I suddenly had a cross between a scythe and a halberd in my hand. I charged into the restaurant with this marvelous weapon and jumped around, slicing several Xenomorphs into pieces. James, Markus and the others with them decided to join in with weapons they had also magically generated. So together as a horde, we began to slaughter all Xenomorphs that came out way like we were lucid over-confident ninjas. After a while the Xenomorphs stopped coming, but we saw a massive wooden gate/wall blocking entry to Ballarat Road from the driveway, so we charged the wall with our weapons and knocked it down like angry Scots.
We ran across Ballarat Road to the other side, where there was a second wall, which we also knocked down. It was all pretty epic, running around Sunshine with medieval weapons, destroying random fortifications with no real strategic value.
Now that we were on the other side of Ballarat Road, we were walking down the footpath and I was all excited because I had just realised how long this lucid dream had been going for - it felt like ages! I started telling Markus that I was dreaming, but I knew he was a dream character and not the real Markus, so I was being really smug about it when I told him. He was adorable. Then the dream ended. My alarm clock may have woken me up.
The stereotypes of being a male dork
So last night's dream was... interesting. I dreamt I was at North Campus, back in junior Highschool, and I was walking around with Hayleigh. We were going to meet James and co. in the Hall (which for some reason was located in the music building), so we walked across the parking lot near the basketball court to get there. I felt like we were close to each other but I was keen on keeping that platonic for some reason, then this person who I knew from North Campus, Joel, approached us and started acting smug and giving off the air of arrogance that some people just seem to have. We talked to him for a bit, then all of a sudden he was making out with Hayleigh; so I assumed the whole reason he'd come up to us from the beginning was being he and she were going out. Not keen on watching, I said I was going to the hall to meet the others, then Hayleigh and Joel stopped making out. I looked at them and Joel said "what?" in a smart, aggressive tone and walked off. Hayleigh and I walked to the "Hall" - the music building. The outside had a massive overhanging piece of architecture/roof/wall and a short, winding concrete path that lead to the door. Out here Heyleigh asked if everything was alright - I suppose she had felt the feelings between us as well. I told her everything was okay and she shouldn't worry, then we went inside.
The interior was like the actual Hall/Gym. James, Mitchell, Markus and Josh were sitting at some tables that happened to be there, and were painting Warhammer figurines. I think they were the medieval warhammer dudes, because the lego man who had two swords, a helmet, shield and suit of armour seemed to imply it. I mucked around with this lego man, switching parts and noticed that Hayleigh was pretty bored.
I cracked a joke and said "Warhammer, the only thing more awesome than Lego." (Not that I believe that in the waking life, Lego is fucking pwnage in a block).
Hayleigh went to the canteen and got something - chips I think. We shared these chips and then I decided to go buy some things of my own. I remembered how they used to sell those awesome toffee apple lollies here, so I asked for those, and they were rediculously expensive, priced at a dollar each - but I could get three for $2.60 if I wanted; everything was cheaper if bought in threes. I looked around in my wallet and noticed I had no cash, only silver change - eventually I found a two dollar coin and handed that over, but as the woman in the canteen was bagging those toffee apples, I handed over 60 cents and asked for one more, hoping I wasn't being too annoying (I had realised that I may as well buy more since I had the rest of the school day ahead of me). I got my three toffee apples (which seemed quite melted) and went back to the group.
Hayleigh and I eventually went back outside (perhaps because I had noticed all this neglecting her so we could enjoy painting Warhammer and playing with Lego had bored her.
We were walking around outside and I could sense that something was still wrong. I cut to the chase and said "If it feels so wrong, why are you going out with him?"
Hayleigh answered that she wasn't, he just decided to make out with her out there to - and I assumed this part - spite me, even thwart what he thought might have been my own non-existant attempts to form a relationship with her. I said Joel was an idiot and asked her why she would just make out with him like that, which Hayleigh answered by saying, as gently as she could:
"I find him more attractive than you. Sorry."
And fair enough, Joel was a beefy, pushy, clearly over-confident and self-appreciative kid who loved his football and cricket. Of course he'd be irresistable to women compared to someone like me.
Hayleigh asked what would have happened if she'd chosen me over him, and I answered, "nothing." On the dirt outside the basketball court, I lay on my stomach and rest my chin on my hands, observing Hayleigh in front of me and some warhammer figures that were sitting in the dirt, poking them around a bit. Hayleigh seemed to disappear and I sensed other people were around; people who would be aggressive to someone lying down in the dirt playing with Warhammer figurines.
Someone said "get up", so (thinking someone might stop these figurines out of spite, I swept them up in my hand and they seemed to dematerialise without my noticing. I looked around and Joel and some other people were standing around me; Joel started to threaten to me but I just calmly stood my ground, seemingly indifferent about all of this.
After Joel had finished threatening me, he got his "friend" (in real life these two people aren't related to each other), Anthony to threaten me (Anthony is some kid that I know is a smartass, but it's reasonably easy to scare the shit out of him). Assuming I could probably pwn him if things came to a fight, I stood my ground again and tried to calmly talk my way out of things. Anthony got all these other people to stand around me as well, to threaten me with numbers, but again I seemed unusually calm about this. Finally, Anthony got one of his "boys" to come at me; instinctively I raised my leg to kick him in the knee caps, but I felt my legs and feet were constricted - I wondered what the problem was and then became half-in my bed, half-in the school yard. Despite this, I didn't realise I was dreaming... I had the contradicting thoughts that I was somewhere in bed, yet not dreaming, and that this was all a glimpse of the future, so I could remain calm and just "practise" reality.
I deflected the guy's strikes and punched him in the jaw, then struck him in the side of the neck, and he went down; yet it all felt staged, like a practise session ... we went through the motions, but so we didn't "hurt" each other. Anthony and the rest of the group started to close in on me, and I knew that I'd need to slowly fall back while going for knees with my kicks, but my legs still felt really constricted. I could feel them in bed and they were lying crossed over each other. Every time I kicked I was off balance and I had to bunny-hop around to stay standing. I tapped into my body on the bed and uncrossed my legs. Now I could move easily and was able to take down the people attacking me one by one. I remember using a "trapping hands" technique on one of them, deflecting his attack with a strike then grabbing his arm with my free hand and pulling him down into a backhand - without any aggression; again it was like practising techniques. I took out three of these guys and things were about to get hardcore as the rest joined in, but they were hesitant - and recess was over. We agreed to meet up at lunch time to continue the fight. As I walked off, Anthony went over to these guys who were the "popular group" when I was at school. I was actually on good terms with them and had been for years, but they seemed to be better friends with Anthony, because they started taunting me about the fight I was going to get into. Not even angry, I looked at them like a computer might analyse data, and continued walking. I realised now that I didn't have my bag, phone or wallet on me; just my keys. I assumed I'd forgotten to bring these things to school and was now annoyed and wondering what I was going to do in class for the next hour and a half. I also had been hoping to eat something because I didn't want to be all shaky from hunger before getting into a fight. I decided not to go to class and found James in what looked like a sick bay - I think we were just hiding out here. Anway, James said "Are you okay? I thought those guys were going to flatten you. Hopefully you kicked their asses." I explained to James what had happened and how Anthony was just some guy who watched fighting films and them assumed he had all the skill he needed to make him a conditioned MMA fighter (pretty much the real-life story).
James asked what I was going to do at lunch time, and I said I was just not going to show up. I wasn't interested in retard-games.
I also mentioned my frustration at Brendon's group (the popular group) for siding with Anthony (Anthony seemed to know Bradley, who knew the rest of the group). James said "I actually like those guys."
I quickly responded with "They're fucking idiots," getting angry for the first time in this dream. Immediately, Bradley, who I noticed was sitting down behind me a few seconds earlier made a loud noise that sounded like "Hey!" as if to say I didn't realise he was here when I was talking about how much of an idiot he was being.
I interrupted that short, monosyllabic noise and said, agressively, "Yeah, I know [you're there]!"
I was immediately woken by my alarm.
Usually my emotions tend to get hyped up in dreams like this for all sorts of things mentioned there, but in this dream I felt strangely calm, with "rational" thought overpowering emotion.
So the last three days or so were full of strange dreams
Friday night I dreamt that there was a mass-evacuation in my city. It was probably caused by something typical of me to imagine, like a zombie outbreak, but there were no indications that that was the cause besides my own reasoning in the dream. I was with James and we were in some sort of park I'd never seen before.
We didn't know what was happening or where to go, so we followed the convoy of cars leaving by foot, hoping we'd be lead to safety.
Suddenly we were in my house and there were twenty-five or so angry people swarming over these barricades at the front door, with weapons like machetes and bats.
My dad, some other people and myself were behind the front door, trying to hold the barricades. I told my dad that as soon as they broke through, he should drop everything and just focus on one-hitting as many people as possible to cut their numbers down, while the rest of us acted as distractions. My dad said he was going to do that anyway and I felt a bit dumb for suggesting it in the first place.
We heard a car pull up in the front yard and it was apparently someone we knew. I think it was my mother. The barricades and mob of people disappeared and we went outside. There was a silhouette that I thought might have been a person, but wasn't sure - then my dad chased it and it turned out to be some bearded russian-looking person. My father asked him what he was doing here, but I can't remember what the man said in response. Whatever he said, my dad seemed satisfied and let him go. My mother and everyone else entered the house.
Later on I realised that Leo, the Jack Russel, was left in the front yard to bark if anyone approached, but he was a small dog and I was worried about him, so I took him inside. He started to shake his head from side to side in the living room, as if saying "no" over and over again. He started shaking his head from side to side faster and more violently, until he started yelping in agony and falling into a full-blown seizure.
I didn't know what to do so I tried to call for help, then I felt an unbelievably sinister presence, and concluded immediately that there were demonic forces in this room, posessing my dog.
I woke up and was scared out of my wits for about half an hour...
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Last night I dreamt I was at some party and me and a couple of people were out-doors. It was daytime and we were sitting out the front of some old, stoney mansion-esque building. There was a short stone fence that some of us sat on too. I wasn't friends with the people I was with, and they were talking about doing illegal things like drugs and petty theft. I saw this policewoman approaching (assuming she came to investigate the party with other cops) and warned the people I was with. They stopped talking about whatever they were talking about just in time and the police woman came over and asked who had said something about her (she had heard what I said but didn't realise it was me who had said it) she was about to blame some other person when I told her I'd said it. She asked why and I said something smart like "just incase we said something incriminating while you were sneaking around".
She took a lot of offence to this and said she had video footage of some other time I had been caught doing something illegal. She produced this video camera which showed me sneaking around inside vents with this deranged expression on my face. I looked like a total retard in this video, but I wasn't embarassed like the police woman had hoped. Eventually the video ended and after seeing I wasn't bothered, she said she'd play it again for those who had missed it.
Not interested in being this woman's play-thing, I walked off down the road and saw that the road I was on was on a cliff that overlooked a massive lake and several large, green hills. The sun was setting now. This sudden change of scenery made me wish I was in a lucid dream so I could have just teleported to somewhere cool and had some adventure.
It was now dark, and I was at some sort of ranch in the country. I was some guy who wasn't me, and was with some other person. We had flashlights and apparently there was a crisis going on. Either zombies or Necrons had come to Earth and were pwning the shit out of everything. We searched the ranch and found one or two of those massive de-materializer guns that Necron Warriors use. I told my mate to watch out for any green lights in the darkness, and to fire upon them immediately. Both we and our enemies would be easily visible in the darkness from the green glow of our high-powered weapons.
We decided to leave - I think we stole a van or something. We were riding down the dark, empty country roads when we ran into more people. Some I knew, some I didn't, but we offered them to join us using a safety-in-numbers strategy. Now we were all crammed into this van with supplies and weapons. We ended up being stopped by some guy in a car.
After trying to get him to join us, he started acting aggressive. I anticipated he would try to shoot me or attack me with a hidden weapon, so as soon as he reached behind him, I raised by de-materializer-gun-thing and told him there was no hope for him if he was going to shoot me. Now all my friends had their guns trained on him too. I ordered them to shoot him, and before he could react, several bullets had flown through him. I finished him off by shooting him in the face with my gun, which vapourized him.
I then got all of us to search his car for supplies. We found heaps of shit, boxes and bags full of rations. I also found a bottle of wine or port which I kept on me from that point on. Another car was approaching us, so I urged everyone else to hurry up and load the supplies into our van so we could get out of here.
We got most of the supplies loaded and drove off. It was getting to daylight now, and as we were driving, we noticed other people had formed their own little gangs too. When we drove past, another van stopped and five or so guys that looked like Columbian gangsters got out and just stared at us. People asked why everyone was acting so aggressive, and I said it was because we were in a crisis - the government had temporarily lost control and civilians had banded together, some good, some bad and some desperate and confused.