Dream
I had a dream last night.
It was me and this other dude. I was sorta like Jack from LOST but I was still me and the other guy was... like, British or Scottish, or Australian or Irish or something like that. He had blondeish hair and seemed to know what he was doing. I think he had been in the military before, or maybe the police or something. Similar to Desmond from LOST except with blonde hair.
Anyways he and I were running away from someone or something. They wanted me but not him. But he was helping me anyways. It started out in a huge museum of some sort. All the walls were white and I don't remember what the museum was displaying. I think it may have been these old huge Oriental-ish looking pots of some sort (this will come in later in the dream).
Then we were outside. It was raining and, like, overcast or dusk or something because it was mildly dark. Uh, but were wer driving away or running away or something on a road. And then some guy came up and he had a pistol and a rifle and he was shooting the handgun at us. He and I dove underneath a, like, one of those UHAUL sorta looking trucks (but it wasn't a UHAUL truck). then we got into the truck and closed the hatch so they couldn't shoot at us.
At the end I came to the realization that those pots in the museum were not Oriental at all, Desmond had been making them himself and they held some sort of secret known only to him. The end.
It was me and this other dude. I was sorta like Jack from LOST but I was still me and the other guy was... like, British or Scottish, or Australian or Irish or something like that. He had blondeish hair and seemed to know what he was doing. I think he had been in the military before, or maybe the police or something. Similar to Desmond from LOST except with blonde hair.
Anyways he and I were running away from someone or something. They wanted me but not him. But he was helping me anyways. It started out in a huge museum of some sort. All the walls were white and I don't remember what the museum was displaying. I think it may have been these old huge Oriental-ish looking pots of some sort (this will come in later in the dream).
Then we were outside. It was raining and, like, overcast or dusk or something because it was mildly dark. Uh, but were wer driving away or running away or something on a road. And then some guy came up and he had a pistol and a rifle and he was shooting the handgun at us. He and I dove underneath a, like, one of those UHAUL sorta looking trucks (but it wasn't a UHAUL truck). then we got into the truck and closed the hatch so they couldn't shoot at us.
At the end I came to the realization that those pots in the museum were not Oriental at all, Desmond had been making them himself and they held some sort of secret known only to him. The end.