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You probably thought Adam didn't do anything with LJ anymore, that I didn't read it or post to it. Well, the latter had been true for FOUR months, but the moment has arrived when I must get "old school" (high school, actually) and post a weird dream! Let’s see how this turns out since I am doing it all with one hand. Since I had my surgery, they have had me on percoset. Crazy crazy stuff, man. Seriously. I have had THE funkiest dreams ever. Night before last I dreamt that Mrs. Wilson from AP-Lit lore was in my college and accused me of cheating because some annoying girl sat next to me and was spreading rumors about me- BUT that’s not the weird dream I wish to post that I had last night. It started in the mountains somewhere close to here, though I don't know where. Down here where we live in Provo (called Utah Valley) these aliens attacked. I quickly had fled up to this mountain spot by some big cave thing which actually looked like an abandoned mall eatery inside a mountain. These aliens were attacking people by stabbing them with some kind of needle, thus infecting them with some disease similar to the Black Death. I had fled here quickly and was not injured, but some of the injured started fleeing to my hideout for refuge. I and a few others who had fled unscathed sadly had to reject those who were infested. There was this one really nice woman that works in bakery in the grocery store where I work (in real life) that got there to seek refuge, but you could actually see the alien needle in her, and I had to do one of the hardest things ever and tell her to leave and never come back to our place. The disease was highly contagious, so it was for the good of all the survivors.
Eventually we had amassed a sizeable community and stayed there until we thought most of the aliens were gone (kind of like "Signs"). There were too main caves on the side of this mountain. It was also surrounded by other hills which made our place nearly undetectable to our enemies. In one cave there were a lot of families with small children who spent their time in silence watching Disney movies on a big projector. The other one was where the rest of us (the leaders of the community as it were) lived. For some reason we didn't dare take the community back to the valley, for there was some kind of lingering threat. I am not sure if it was another hideout community of survivors that wanted to attack us and steal our stuff or if there was some kind of nuclear threat. I am not sure. Anyway, there was this sweet six-wheeler that was owned by someone within the group (some middle-aged guy I think) to travel around the hills and stuff. On this one day I wanted to use the six-wheeler really bad. Apparently the guy's daughter had taken it and had not been seen for days or even weeks. I looked all over, even in the big Disney movie cave (where I angered a few frustrated parents), trying to get that blasted six-wheeler. On this one day, this little Hispanic kid (8 or 9 years old I'd say) and I were hanging out. I told him (all in Spanish) that I needed the six-wheeler to pick up my "girlfriend" and take her for a ride. I was referring to Wendy, and apparently we hadn't gotten married yet. That girl with the six-wheeler finally came back that day, much to the relief of her parents. I hopped on the thing, but as I got onto it, it turned out to be something like a Vespa scooter instead of a full-blown motorcycle. I tried so hard to turn it on, but I realized that my right arm was in a cast (just like right now in real life!). I couldn't quite hit the gas as I needed, so I got nowhere.
Later on, this older guy who looks like this guy I see shopping when I am at work and who I think looks like Wendy's great-grandfather Camarena, some guy my age, and I went back into the valley and went to the grocery store where I work. We wanted to see if any survivors were still working there (which we doubted), how bad the aliens had torn up the place, and how much merchandise was left. We planned on taking what we could if absolutely nobody was there, but alas, a few persons were actually working there! The place was in horrible condition, but they were doing their best to clean it up again. We walked over to the produce section where I found this guy putting the last tomato on top of this impeccably beautiful stack of tomatoes. I turned to my comrades, laughed lightly, and said, "That's dedication right there!" He was the only one left working in that department, and he was doing a great job. We rounded the bend of the produce department, and right there in place of the bakery there was a jewelry display! It was just like those stores in the mall. There was a woman there, and my older friend said hr wanted to buy a necklace for his wife. The jewelress asked what work he had, and I smiled and reminded her that since the apocalypse, we didn't have real jobs. She remained motionless and asked again. He couldn't do anything but make up jobs. He said, "Well, I have four jobs I guess. First, I am law enforcement." We did basically impose our own law on our community, although it was a just law that we established. We did apparently go and render punishment to those in other hideouts and the valley that did harm to our people! He said, "Second, I am a...spray paint editor." I laughed out loud at that one, since we did go around both removing tags from places and then putting our own tag on them. I can't remember the other things he said, but they were funny. He did get the jewelry.
That was the end. Weird!
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