Most Messed Up Dream Ever!
Last night I had the most messed up dream ever. It started off with me bringing a girl home to show my family. My mom, with this, started acting all "mom-ish" and found every possible embarrassing picture of me she could find. Then, she stumbled across a picture of me at a fishing tournament (No, I wasn't actually in a fishing tournament). So, next thing I know I'm getting into a fight with my mom about how I was 17th in the nation, but was somehow the most promising bass-master candidate that had ever been seen. So, mom and I decide we're going to test this theory and we start going out, and we buy fishing gear and enter me into a bass-master's competition against the lead fisherman in the nation. So, everyone comes over to my house to watch it, only it's sorta my house and sorta not (cause the basement wasn't finished, it was like my old garage with wood and tools and tables everywhere). Immediately after our guests enter, there is an average height, portly man who walks in and starts pretending like he owns the place. He starts picking on me, mostly by pushing me around and by stepping on me. So, I start trying to fight back, but just like in all my other violent dreams, it doesn't seem like I can connect, and that I simply can't hit anyone or anything because my blows just go off to the side. Anyway, so this man and I go downstairs to have a chat while my whole family is upstairs watching the bass-masters competition that I'm supposed to be in (don't ask, don't ask). We then start getting into a fight. He knows he can't hit me, and I'm provoking him, antagonizing him. I slap him a few times, he holds some drum sticks up to me as if he's going to hit me, but I don't back down. He keeps coming after me but I don't move, I just look straight at him with a determined nature. So, then, he starts trying to get away, but I trip him and he lands on my table downstairs. I start yelling at him, screaming at him, telling him he can't waltz in here thinking that just because he has more money than me that he is better than me. Just because he owns more than I do doesn't mean he's got control over my house, my family, and my stuff. At this point, I've lost it. I start slamming the table near this guy and then tell him that I'm making a judgment call on who he is based on the only facet of him I know, and all I've seen of him. He's being an asshole and I won't allow that. So I walk upstairs again and lock this guy in my basement. Next thing I know, I'm driving around in my WRX, having fun and relaxing. I get home, and go in to see my family. They're all around the TV with the girl I was trying to impress and want to like me, and she looks up at me and smiles. I'm asked if I'm okay, and I say yes. I walk out into the kitchen and hear the man downstairs screaming at me, saying something and firing a laser up through the floor at me, trying to kill me. I calmly walk over to the door to the basement, open it up, and toss a sticky grenade (from Halo) down the hole, pegging him right on the chest. He just looks up at me, and I close the door before he explodes. All I hear is a brutal scream and then everyone comes out and starts smiling. Then I wake up.
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