I don't feel like being executed today, is that all the same to you?
Last night/this morning/this afternoon (I'm a college student on summer break stfu) was probably one of the weidest/most detailed dreams I've had in a while.
I'm going to assume that it was a bit more than a plane/boat crash, but somehow, myself (dream me, really) ended up with a group of other people on this random island thingy. I'm talkin' Puget Sound island, not one of those dinky Florida Keys 'welcome to paradise' islands. The group I was with, for some reason unknown to me, seemed to consist of some sort of military personel (though I wasn't one) and this punk ass kid, who I remember looked a little like Ethan Peck.
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So we're kickin' around this island, with a sadly lacking number of weapons, and we end up tangling with this group of locals reminiscent of some kind of really weird native American tribe thingy. For some reason, despite our automatic weapons, they manage to kick our asses as we run from them. We end up at some huge, calm river thing, and because the tribe was all made out ouf WEREWOLVES or something, they couldn't follow us across. So we swim across, which is more dificult than it sounds, and we get to the other side only to have that spontanious dream-reliazation with no real explanation that we've yet again landed in hostile territory, only these people are more like an actual civilization. And for some reason they're not cool with us.
We meet this girl, who apparently IS cool with us, who tells us if we find the Professor, who's on the other side of the compound, that he can send us back to where we came from (I picture the doc from Back to the Future). So we decide to enter the compound, all stealthy sweet, and we get to this arms locker type room. Well, we're in serious need of some more firepower, so we (under my decision, for some reason) decide to go for it
BIG MISTAKE
Somehow (silently) there's this huge throwdown, and the majority of our people get killed, with the expection of me and asshole kid, who escape only to get caught by some bitchy scientist woman.
They decide we're spies (logically) and that we're going to be executed that night.
Apparently after that I'm free to wander around wherever I want, because I just kind of go and drift off to sit on the steps and watch the weirdly calm river. And, you know, think of my team that just got massacred and my impending death and shit.
Then this boy comes over and sits next to me and starts asking me about where I'm from and shit like that, and I go all existentialist on his ass and I'm talking about death and all that, and he holds my hand.
which is really odd to explain, but it was one of those dream things. Where you feel like you just made this connection with someone, even though you know in a few hours, you'll be quite dead.
So we're out, holdin' hands, and this chick--the same damn chick who told us to find the professor--comes to sit with us, and tells me that oh btw, the professor was like, right there, in front of the compound, the whole time. I think I flipped her off or something, but the impending death was a little to overbearing to really do much else to her.
Then they come get me to let me know that, hey, if it's cool and all, they'd like to kill me now, so I go with them, meet up with asshole boy (who apparently got the shit kicked out of him), and are being brought into the room. Nice-hand-holding boy from before goes into the room too, and I remember walking towards the center when I decided to wake myself up, because dying in dreams is really fucking trippy and unpleasant. And then Grandpa rung the doorbell, effectively ending that.
also; wtf record breaking heat go away
I'm going to assume that it was a bit more than a plane/boat crash, but somehow, myself (dream me, really) ended up with a group of other people on this random island thingy. I'm talkin' Puget Sound island, not one of those dinky Florida Keys 'welcome to paradise' islands. The group I was with, for some reason unknown to me, seemed to consist of some sort of military personel (though I wasn't one) and this punk ass kid, who I remember looked a little like Ethan Peck.
<--- Reference
So we're kickin' around this island, with a sadly lacking number of weapons, and we end up tangling with this group of locals reminiscent of some kind of really weird native American tribe thingy. For some reason, despite our automatic weapons, they manage to kick our asses as we run from them. We end up at some huge, calm river thing, and because the tribe was all made out ouf WEREWOLVES or something, they couldn't follow us across. So we swim across, which is more dificult than it sounds, and we get to the other side only to have that spontanious dream-reliazation with no real explanation that we've yet again landed in hostile territory, only these people are more like an actual civilization. And for some reason they're not cool with us.
We meet this girl, who apparently IS cool with us, who tells us if we find the Professor, who's on the other side of the compound, that he can send us back to where we came from (I picture the doc from Back to the Future). So we decide to enter the compound, all stealthy sweet, and we get to this arms locker type room. Well, we're in serious need of some more firepower, so we (under my decision, for some reason) decide to go for it
BIG MISTAKE
Somehow (silently) there's this huge throwdown, and the majority of our people get killed, with the expection of me and asshole kid, who escape only to get caught by some bitchy scientist woman.
They decide we're spies (logically) and that we're going to be executed that night.
Apparently after that I'm free to wander around wherever I want, because I just kind of go and drift off to sit on the steps and watch the weirdly calm river. And, you know, think of my team that just got massacred and my impending death and shit.
Then this boy comes over and sits next to me and starts asking me about where I'm from and shit like that, and I go all existentialist on his ass and I'm talking about death and all that, and he holds my hand.
which is really odd to explain, but it was one of those dream things. Where you feel like you just made this connection with someone, even though you know in a few hours, you'll be quite dead.
So we're out, holdin' hands, and this chick--the same damn chick who told us to find the professor--comes to sit with us, and tells me that oh btw, the professor was like, right there, in front of the compound, the whole time. I think I flipped her off or something, but the impending death was a little to overbearing to really do much else to her.
Then they come get me to let me know that, hey, if it's cool and all, they'd like to kill me now, so I go with them, meet up with asshole boy (who apparently got the shit kicked out of him), and are being brought into the room. Nice-hand-holding boy from before goes into the room too, and I remember walking towards the center when I decided to wake myself up, because dying in dreams is really fucking trippy and unpleasant. And then Grandpa rung the doorbell, effectively ending that.
also; wtf record breaking heat go away