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last night's dream (full of fail):
me and about a dozen other people were being held hostage in the basement of someone's house. it was very hitler-esque. the guards had guns and knives. we made several escape attempts. every now and then, one or two of our captors (who were working for the government) would take pity on us and let us through, only for us to be caught and attacked by a different guard. after a while, we escaped. several of the people who were with me were shot and killed.
we were eventually recaptured and taken to a different facility. it was sort of like a concentration camp. i began to speak out against the government, and was each time beaten and shot as punishment.
after a while, i was able to steal a gun from one of the guards. it was a semi-automatic machine gun. every time i had one of the guards alone, i tried to kill him. soon i realized that my gun was only shooting out BB pellets. they would sting, but could not wound or kill a man.
next thing i knew, i was in barnes & noble with syd and her mom. way in one of the back corners of the store, there were a number of government officials who had gathered to write a speech for president bush. i was circling their table and looking over their shoulders, but they wouldn't let me see any of the materials that they were using for research. i picked up an old copy of time magazine off their table. it was from the 1960's. president bush showed up and took it away from me, telling me i had no use for it. in regards to his speech, he told me, "what i have to say is of no concern to you at all".
i went back to the table where syd and her mom were sitting. i began to tell them about bush and his speech-writers, but they told me to not say anything. they knew they would be punished if they were even in my presence while i was speaking out against the government.
there was a magazine rack outside. it was on the grass and it was lined with real skulls. once i saw the skulls, i became fascinated with them. i was picking out the ones that i wanted to keep. some of them were made out of plaster, and some of them were real bone. i was trying to weed out the plaster ones when i saw a sign that said they were part of an exhibit and should not be touched.
back i went to some sort of weird prison, with another gun that shot BB pellets while the guards were all armed with deadly guns and knives. i had about 6 friends with me, and the guards killed 3 of them. one of them was my friend from middle school, andrea allen. so i had 3 friends left. one of them was a girl i knew from leelanau, trisha smith. we were standing at some sort of window, talking to a man who was seated in a small room on the other side. he was keeping records of everything that was going on. he turned out to be gary, a man i knew as one of the techs from the hospital in indiana. i knew he thought i was a good person, so i hoped he would be lenient with me. there was a huge pool behind us and i was terrified of falling in. some differnt guards came and took us away, and there was nothing gary could do about it.
there was lots of bloodshed... shooting and stabbing, and after i found myself disarmed again, i began biting people who were trying to kill me.
then i was finally killed.
other things are going on, but i don't want to write about it just yet. so this sentence is pretty much just a reminder for myself.
me and about a dozen other people were being held hostage in the basement of someone's house. it was very hitler-esque. the guards had guns and knives. we made several escape attempts. every now and then, one or two of our captors (who were working for the government) would take pity on us and let us through, only for us to be caught and attacked by a different guard. after a while, we escaped. several of the people who were with me were shot and killed.
we were eventually recaptured and taken to a different facility. it was sort of like a concentration camp. i began to speak out against the government, and was each time beaten and shot as punishment.
after a while, i was able to steal a gun from one of the guards. it was a semi-automatic machine gun. every time i had one of the guards alone, i tried to kill him. soon i realized that my gun was only shooting out BB pellets. they would sting, but could not wound or kill a man.
next thing i knew, i was in barnes & noble with syd and her mom. way in one of the back corners of the store, there were a number of government officials who had gathered to write a speech for president bush. i was circling their table and looking over their shoulders, but they wouldn't let me see any of the materials that they were using for research. i picked up an old copy of time magazine off their table. it was from the 1960's. president bush showed up and took it away from me, telling me i had no use for it. in regards to his speech, he told me, "what i have to say is of no concern to you at all".
i went back to the table where syd and her mom were sitting. i began to tell them about bush and his speech-writers, but they told me to not say anything. they knew they would be punished if they were even in my presence while i was speaking out against the government.
there was a magazine rack outside. it was on the grass and it was lined with real skulls. once i saw the skulls, i became fascinated with them. i was picking out the ones that i wanted to keep. some of them were made out of plaster, and some of them were real bone. i was trying to weed out the plaster ones when i saw a sign that said they were part of an exhibit and should not be touched.
back i went to some sort of weird prison, with another gun that shot BB pellets while the guards were all armed with deadly guns and knives. i had about 6 friends with me, and the guards killed 3 of them. one of them was my friend from middle school, andrea allen. so i had 3 friends left. one of them was a girl i knew from leelanau, trisha smith. we were standing at some sort of window, talking to a man who was seated in a small room on the other side. he was keeping records of everything that was going on. he turned out to be gary, a man i knew as one of the techs from the hospital in indiana. i knew he thought i was a good person, so i hoped he would be lenient with me. there was a huge pool behind us and i was terrified of falling in. some differnt guards came and took us away, and there was nothing gary could do about it.
there was lots of bloodshed... shooting and stabbing, and after i found myself disarmed again, i began biting people who were trying to kill me.
then i was finally killed.
other things are going on, but i don't want to write about it just yet. so this sentence is pretty much just a reminder for myself.