What a wonderful way to start the day...
I woke up and scared the shit out of myself. I thought I had to work today, and that I was gonna be 2 hours late if my boss wasn't feeling generous enough to approve me coming in at 12 and still working my 8 1/2 hrs.
I blame it all on my dream. I don't remember all that was going on, but I was myself in a man's body and I was a part of this group that was something like the Power Rangers. At some point (cuz my dream basically showed me how we formed then skipped to years later) we turned mercenary and was only doing things for our benefit, and it somehow worked out that we were helping some people?
Anyway, some of the other mercs (to help you imagine) were some of the people from Community, mostly Abed, Troy. During the last stages of my dream, we were raiding this town of people who resemble Cheetara from Thundercats, loved yellow, and dressed like that crazy Batman villain Creeper. We went after them cuz Troy-Ranger loved yellow and wanted their sabertooth tiger mech. As we make our getaway, somehow I'm pelted with bullets, but they just lodge painfully into my skin and I'm down for the count.
I awaken (as me but guy-me) at one of my friends house and she's pulling some of the bullets out. She gets maybe 12 before she stopped and I remember thinking that some of the wounds have something like 3 bullets in them. She puts what she got out into a bag and I stare at it the pull them out. Still injured I get up and hobble around to get someone else to help me.
I walk out of her house, pulling one bullet out myself, and immediately step into an apartment of another friends (I'm still riddled with bullets) and we start goofing off, no horse-playing or rough-housing though. Other friends make a surprise visit, then her boyfriend comes back. We think he's angry and most everyone scrambles to hide, but he doesn't care. Everyone's talking and I go lay down on my stomach, cuz for some reason the wounds on my chest and thighs don't bother me as much as the ones on my back and in my butt.
One of my other friends starts soothing me then goes away and I 'wake up' still thinking I was riddled with wounds, cuz the friend pulled them out while I was 'sleeping,' and I 'realize' I'm late for work. I make a mad dash to get ready, call my boss letting him know I'm gonna be late and I'm sorry and I realize halfway through my shower.....It's Sunday.
I blame it all on my dream. I don't remember all that was going on, but I was myself in a man's body and I was a part of this group that was something like the Power Rangers. At some point (cuz my dream basically showed me how we formed then skipped to years later) we turned mercenary and was only doing things for our benefit, and it somehow worked out that we were helping some people?
Anyway, some of the other mercs (to help you imagine) were some of the people from Community, mostly Abed, Troy. During the last stages of my dream, we were raiding this town of people who resemble Cheetara from Thundercats, loved yellow, and dressed like that crazy Batman villain Creeper. We went after them cuz Troy-Ranger loved yellow and wanted their sabertooth tiger mech. As we make our getaway, somehow I'm pelted with bullets, but they just lodge painfully into my skin and I'm down for the count.
I awaken (as me but guy-me) at one of my friends house and she's pulling some of the bullets out. She gets maybe 12 before she stopped and I remember thinking that some of the wounds have something like 3 bullets in them. She puts what she got out into a bag and I stare at it the pull them out. Still injured I get up and hobble around to get someone else to help me.
I walk out of her house, pulling one bullet out myself, and immediately step into an apartment of another friends (I'm still riddled with bullets) and we start goofing off, no horse-playing or rough-housing though. Other friends make a surprise visit, then her boyfriend comes back. We think he's angry and most everyone scrambles to hide, but he doesn't care. Everyone's talking and I go lay down on my stomach, cuz for some reason the wounds on my chest and thighs don't bother me as much as the ones on my back and in my butt.
One of my other friends starts soothing me then goes away and I 'wake up' still thinking I was riddled with wounds, cuz the friend pulled them out while I was 'sleeping,' and I 'realize' I'm late for work. I make a mad dash to get ready, call my boss letting him know I'm gonna be late and I'm sorry and I realize halfway through my shower.....It's Sunday.