A dream of assassins and old ladies
Last night I had a dream in which I was a member of a secret team of kung fu assassins. We were in an abandoned rail yard, where we met a rival group of killer assassins who were part beast, part human. We fought and defeated them in one of the empty train cars. After this I went to a big open air showing of a Pokémon movie, where huge crowds of anime nerds had gathered.
The movie would be shown on a colossal screen spread over the course of a river, and there was a level plain of short grass where everybody was looking for a place to sit. I walked leisurely along the side of the river until I came to a wooded ridge. I followed a path until I came to an empty-looking apartment building that was several stories tall. There I met the other members of my assassin team.
We searched the empty-looking apartment building intending to use it for R&R, to maybe catch some sleep in the one of the rooms. However, there was an old lady in pink pajamas sleeping in the room, and she woke up and came after us, clutching a pillow and rubbing her eyes. She complained about something, and we realised she was suffering from dementia, because she babbled at us confusedly. We searched the other rooms, and in every room there was an old lady in pink pajamas, so we could not find a place to rest. Finally we were so aggravated by the relentless assault of old demented ladies that we had to fight them. We defeated some of the old ladies, but then the beast assassins from the rail yard appeared and we had to fight them again.
The movie would be shown on a colossal screen spread over the course of a river, and there was a level plain of short grass where everybody was looking for a place to sit. I walked leisurely along the side of the river until I came to a wooded ridge. I followed a path until I came to an empty-looking apartment building that was several stories tall. There I met the other members of my assassin team.
We searched the empty-looking apartment building intending to use it for R&R, to maybe catch some sleep in the one of the rooms. However, there was an old lady in pink pajamas sleeping in the room, and she woke up and came after us, clutching a pillow and rubbing her eyes. She complained about something, and we realised she was suffering from dementia, because she babbled at us confusedly. We searched the other rooms, and in every room there was an old lady in pink pajamas, so we could not find a place to rest. Finally we were so aggravated by the relentless assault of old demented ladies that we had to fight them. We defeated some of the old ladies, but then the beast assassins from the rail yard appeared and we had to fight them again.