Three violent dreams in one night
I woke up two times last night after having bad dreams. They were pretty terrible. Let's see if I can remember most of them-
My first dream included me and three other people who were instructed to fight for our lives in a forest valley. We had to kill each other. The overall feeling was impending doom and fear. I had a shotgun which I was reluctant to use, until word on the radio told other people outside our group to come out and join the fun- help kill these people. So i was up on the side of a hill when a large clunky green car stopped and two, huge fat men clammered down the hill towards me. They were nasty looking; covered in mucus. I grabbed the shotgun and as the two dudes engulfed me like a sandwich, I blew them both away with my shotgun. Which i then quickly re-loaded to use again as this woman came at me. But by then the original group had banded together and we weren't going to kill each other.
I woke up here.
Then i fell back asleep. This dream sucked more. In this one I worked in a small office with a doctor that worked downstairs. His daughter came through our area to go down to his area, and she was with a friend. My mom was the mom from Gilmore Girls, and she was also my boss. Well I wander downstairs and it turns out to be a funeral for the doctor. He died at 42. The daughter is a mess and everyone keeps saying he was so young. Then I found out how he died- a large, crazy man had accidentally killed him; and it somehow involved a those airplanes that don't have motors. So then the impending doom became the large, crazy man coming to the funeral. Then I woke up here.
When I fell back asleep, my third dream happened right before I woke up, but unfortunately now i can't recall it. Killian said he had weird dreams last night too. I think it's from coming back to the ghetto from the country. Or maybe the turkey leftovers we ate.
My first dream included me and three other people who were instructed to fight for our lives in a forest valley. We had to kill each other. The overall feeling was impending doom and fear. I had a shotgun which I was reluctant to use, until word on the radio told other people outside our group to come out and join the fun- help kill these people. So i was up on the side of a hill when a large clunky green car stopped and two, huge fat men clammered down the hill towards me. They were nasty looking; covered in mucus. I grabbed the shotgun and as the two dudes engulfed me like a sandwich, I blew them both away with my shotgun. Which i then quickly re-loaded to use again as this woman came at me. But by then the original group had banded together and we weren't going to kill each other.
I woke up here.
Then i fell back asleep. This dream sucked more. In this one I worked in a small office with a doctor that worked downstairs. His daughter came through our area to go down to his area, and she was with a friend. My mom was the mom from Gilmore Girls, and she was also my boss. Well I wander downstairs and it turns out to be a funeral for the doctor. He died at 42. The daughter is a mess and everyone keeps saying he was so young. Then I found out how he died- a large, crazy man had accidentally killed him; and it somehow involved a those airplanes that don't have motors. So then the impending doom became the large, crazy man coming to the funeral. Then I woke up here.
When I fell back asleep, my third dream happened right before I woke up, but unfortunately now i can't recall it. Killian said he had weird dreams last night too. I think it's from coming back to the ghetto from the country. Or maybe the turkey leftovers we ate.