Dreams and Guns
I had the craziest series of dreams last night I've ever had.
I don't remember the sequence of them so much, but I remember having a number of people after me, trying to kill me, usually by bomb.
At one point I was in an airport with my gun in pocket. I recall being the only person in my dream noticing what was happening and feeling a bit helpless, but not at all times.
Later on I was in this glass room, which was odd, but in the mdidle of a square/courtyard. In the room I could see who was approaching and so on.
At another point this older dude came over and approached my door. He looked suspicious so I drew my gun on him, good call cause he was a bad dude. I ran him off and then he pulled out some bullshit from his hat or something. It was goofy.
Of course, now that I'm fucking typing this up I'm losing my memory of the damn dream. Damnit.
I had this shit locked because I kept waking up and remembering and going back to sleeep and continuing. MEH!
Oh well.
I'm gonna go shower now.
I don't remember the sequence of them so much, but I remember having a number of people after me, trying to kill me, usually by bomb.
At one point I was in an airport with my gun in pocket. I recall being the only person in my dream noticing what was happening and feeling a bit helpless, but not at all times.
Later on I was in this glass room, which was odd, but in the mdidle of a square/courtyard. In the room I could see who was approaching and so on.
At another point this older dude came over and approached my door. He looked suspicious so I drew my gun on him, good call cause he was a bad dude. I ran him off and then he pulled out some bullshit from his hat or something. It was goofy.
Of course, now that I'm fucking typing this up I'm losing my memory of the damn dream. Damnit.
I had this shit locked because I kept waking up and remembering and going back to sleeep and continuing. MEH!
Oh well.
I'm gonna go shower now.