My WEIRD dream...
...Really weird...
I'm on this ship, a beautiful corsair made of ebony wood three floors high, and like always, dream me knows why, but I don't. First thing I remember is being in a long kitchen, gutting fish (normal looking fish, starfish and crabs?) and then stuffing them, and frying them. Seemed important to the "mission". We were fighting England but I doubt we were America. This all seemed to be some sort of training/reenactment. We wore black leather trench coats, double breasted with metal buttons, resembling the black Vash coat. After the fish, we started to get into formation. Some of us snuck away to man spear guns, and the rest of us lined up to "jog around the ship for exercise" actually wearing exercise clothes (black t-shirts and shorts). The enemy was on a ship not more than 50ft away from us, and they had mounted an attack already, doing nothing to us, and it was "our turn". Jogging around the ship was actually a ploy to see if they were trying to board us, and they were. This is when we used odd hand to hand combat and knives to fight fake fights, taking them as our prisoners. I used a larger shipmate as a shield and engaged a skilled fighter who had an extending switchblade. It was like Goku's power pole. The blade wasn't sharp and I grabbed it, twisting, then he extended it to my throat, which would have meant a kill, but I argued that since he was on our ship, it doesn't matter, while he and I were fighting my shipmates would have killed him a different way, and we took him. We finished our jog and then things seemed real. I then flashed to seeing the captain talking to the enemies captain, who looked like Marie Antoinette, on our ship in his quarters. He laughed at her for some reason, said fire and all I saw were tons of spears flying at the other ship, then I saw into the enemy cabins, and these spears were impaling them while they were sleeping. Waking up in agony, some of them were trying to wedge free, while these spears being as long as javelins made it quite difficult. They couldn't pull them out of the wood so they had to try to inch off the 15ft or so of splintering wood. I then flashed back to the captain, who then said fire once more.
We were at the docks and I got off the ship. As soon as I set foot on land, I was me again, and I was in Japan. For some reason Justin was with me now. We walked into a giant shopping mall. Lots of glass. The walls were glass, the ceiling was glass, it was beautiful, yet as soon as you walked in, it was FILLED with anything you could think of. We seemed to drift to a wall of sweaters and hoodies. I saw a 1up hoodie and thought it would be perfect for Dave. For some reason he WASN'T here. I'm holding the hoodie and another object, can't remember, while walking down another aisle. This aisle has bags and luggage. We hear a voice over the loudspeaker saying to bring all purchases to checkout. The voice, a woman, was speaking Japanese, but we heard it as English. Suddenly with this feeling of panic I think were going to miss our flight and we have to hurry, and now with all this new stuff, we have to buy a bag to put it in for the flight. I start trying to look at the luggage and Justin puts himself in front of me and holds me back. I have no idea why, but at this point he wasn't Justin anymore and it was a dark figure trying to rape me or something, right there. I broke away and Justin reappeared, making me think I was crazy, but no time, the mall was closing and we had stuff to buy. As we were walking to find the checkouts a raffle for model kits started happening at a booth in front of a huge window. Between the booth and the window were crystal figures of all the chibi representations for every county in Japan. I walked up to the booth and that's then I saw a little Piccolo figurine. There were price tags all over everything with numbers hovering over them, as if subtitled, for USD. It was only $10 and I had to get it for Dave. I see a flash back to him saying "This was my first Piccolo figurine, but it was lost somewhere" while showing me pictures of it online. It was rare and couldn't be found anywhere. Justin took our stuff and went to pay for it while I stayed at the booth and waited for the raffle to end so I could ask the women about buying it. I said "Please can I buy that figure, my fiance would love it and he has been looking for it forever". After being told it couldn't be sold because it had a hold on it, she showed me 4 or 5 model "sets" so I cold find a Piccolo that looked like that one. I did, and it was full of other figurines that we liked so I decided to get it. She asked for my name and then asked, with a serious face "Who told you to say that name?" I replied with a simple "No one" and a confused look. She then changed back to happy and handed me the model set. It had my name on the packaging and it cost $17.99. I turned to see Justin walking back, dressed in what I can easily describe as a SeeD uniform from FFVIII, but without being a SeeD uniform... o_O... and then we left... and I woke up.
I just wrote all this upon waking up, so yeah, grammar and shit, fuck off.
I'm on this ship, a beautiful corsair made of ebony wood three floors high, and like always, dream me knows why, but I don't. First thing I remember is being in a long kitchen, gutting fish (normal looking fish, starfish and crabs?) and then stuffing them, and frying them. Seemed important to the "mission". We were fighting England but I doubt we were America. This all seemed to be some sort of training/reenactment. We wore black leather trench coats, double breasted with metal buttons, resembling the black Vash coat. After the fish, we started to get into formation. Some of us snuck away to man spear guns, and the rest of us lined up to "jog around the ship for exercise" actually wearing exercise clothes (black t-shirts and shorts). The enemy was on a ship not more than 50ft away from us, and they had mounted an attack already, doing nothing to us, and it was "our turn". Jogging around the ship was actually a ploy to see if they were trying to board us, and they were. This is when we used odd hand to hand combat and knives to fight fake fights, taking them as our prisoners. I used a larger shipmate as a shield and engaged a skilled fighter who had an extending switchblade. It was like Goku's power pole. The blade wasn't sharp and I grabbed it, twisting, then he extended it to my throat, which would have meant a kill, but I argued that since he was on our ship, it doesn't matter, while he and I were fighting my shipmates would have killed him a different way, and we took him. We finished our jog and then things seemed real. I then flashed to seeing the captain talking to the enemies captain, who looked like Marie Antoinette, on our ship in his quarters. He laughed at her for some reason, said fire and all I saw were tons of spears flying at the other ship, then I saw into the enemy cabins, and these spears were impaling them while they were sleeping. Waking up in agony, some of them were trying to wedge free, while these spears being as long as javelins made it quite difficult. They couldn't pull them out of the wood so they had to try to inch off the 15ft or so of splintering wood. I then flashed back to the captain, who then said fire once more.
We were at the docks and I got off the ship. As soon as I set foot on land, I was me again, and I was in Japan. For some reason Justin was with me now. We walked into a giant shopping mall. Lots of glass. The walls were glass, the ceiling was glass, it was beautiful, yet as soon as you walked in, it was FILLED with anything you could think of. We seemed to drift to a wall of sweaters and hoodies. I saw a 1up hoodie and thought it would be perfect for Dave. For some reason he WASN'T here. I'm holding the hoodie and another object, can't remember, while walking down another aisle. This aisle has bags and luggage. We hear a voice over the loudspeaker saying to bring all purchases to checkout. The voice, a woman, was speaking Japanese, but we heard it as English. Suddenly with this feeling of panic I think were going to miss our flight and we have to hurry, and now with all this new stuff, we have to buy a bag to put it in for the flight. I start trying to look at the luggage and Justin puts himself in front of me and holds me back. I have no idea why, but at this point he wasn't Justin anymore and it was a dark figure trying to rape me or something, right there. I broke away and Justin reappeared, making me think I was crazy, but no time, the mall was closing and we had stuff to buy. As we were walking to find the checkouts a raffle for model kits started happening at a booth in front of a huge window. Between the booth and the window were crystal figures of all the chibi representations for every county in Japan. I walked up to the booth and that's then I saw a little Piccolo figurine. There were price tags all over everything with numbers hovering over them, as if subtitled, for USD. It was only $10 and I had to get it for Dave. I see a flash back to him saying "This was my first Piccolo figurine, but it was lost somewhere" while showing me pictures of it online. It was rare and couldn't be found anywhere. Justin took our stuff and went to pay for it while I stayed at the booth and waited for the raffle to end so I could ask the women about buying it. I said "Please can I buy that figure, my fiance would love it and he has been looking for it forever". After being told it couldn't be sold because it had a hold on it, she showed me 4 or 5 model "sets" so I cold find a Piccolo that looked like that one. I did, and it was full of other figurines that we liked so I decided to get it. She asked for my name and then asked, with a serious face "Who told you to say that name?" I replied with a simple "No one" and a confused look. She then changed back to happy and handed me the model set. It had my name on the packaging and it cost $17.99. I turned to see Justin walking back, dressed in what I can easily describe as a SeeD uniform from FFVIII, but without being a SeeD uniform... o_O... and then we left... and I woke up.
I just wrote all this upon waking up, so yeah, grammar and shit, fuck off.