It's all about the Benjamin's
Last nights dream was on par with my usual wierdness.
I was in a downtown Area that was like a tourist trap kind of like Gatlinburg. I had been with people but we all had been separated. There was a giant Godzilla like monster attacking the area. It breathed fire and had the military chasing it. I had ducked into a house of someone I knew to escape the monster on the street. In the house there was a full grown polar bear and no one else. The bear didn't act like it was going to attack it actually was curious about me. It kept trying to come close and sniff me. I kept backing away trying to make sure there was something large between me and it at all times. I was scared it would rip my throat out. I tried to escape but one exit had another wild beast and this time it was acting vicious like it was going to attack, and another had soldiers shooting at the monster. After several tries and me putting a flimsy door between me and the bear I found an exit and ran.
When down the street I ducked into another place that I knew had a basement like place that people could shelter at. It was a museum that I had toured before and it had a lower exit that had a garden and another exit to the street. I met my brother Josh as I was going in but by the time I had gotten downstairs he was gone. He had gone back outside so I had to find him and make sure he was safe.
When I got outside it was in an area that was on fire with the military fighting the monster. I ran down an alleyway to escape the area. There I found lots of people but none of them was my brother. They were sheltering away from the monster. I remember looking at a dead guy on the street. Surrounding him was a clown, a gangster in a bowler hat, and other various people. Apparently the guy died trying to save people. The clown put money in the man’s pocket as his own way of thanking the dead man. One of the other people in the crown was disgusted with the act but the gangster said “It was all about the Benjamin’s,” and added his own money.
I was in a downtown Area that was like a tourist trap kind of like Gatlinburg. I had been with people but we all had been separated. There was a giant Godzilla like monster attacking the area. It breathed fire and had the military chasing it. I had ducked into a house of someone I knew to escape the monster on the street. In the house there was a full grown polar bear and no one else. The bear didn't act like it was going to attack it actually was curious about me. It kept trying to come close and sniff me. I kept backing away trying to make sure there was something large between me and it at all times. I was scared it would rip my throat out. I tried to escape but one exit had another wild beast and this time it was acting vicious like it was going to attack, and another had soldiers shooting at the monster. After several tries and me putting a flimsy door between me and the bear I found an exit and ran.
When down the street I ducked into another place that I knew had a basement like place that people could shelter at. It was a museum that I had toured before and it had a lower exit that had a garden and another exit to the street. I met my brother Josh as I was going in but by the time I had gotten downstairs he was gone. He had gone back outside so I had to find him and make sure he was safe.
When I got outside it was in an area that was on fire with the military fighting the monster. I ran down an alleyway to escape the area. There I found lots of people but none of them was my brother. They were sheltering away from the monster. I remember looking at a dead guy on the street. Surrounding him was a clown, a gangster in a bowler hat, and other various people. Apparently the guy died trying to save people. The clown put money in the man’s pocket as his own way of thanking the dead man. One of the other people in the crown was disgusted with the act but the gangster said “It was all about the Benjamin’s,” and added his own money.