A dream
I never quite get around to writing in this anymore, but I had one of my completely and totally insane dreams last night, and I wanted to preserve it in here before I forgot it. Anyways, the dream starts off and I'm in this house, and there's these weird Arab / Indian people all over the house, along with random other people that I know. And they're all talking about how something is going to happen soon, and we're all confused. Then the clock hits midnight, and they all start screaming in another langauge. We look outside and stuff is falling down from the sky, and they're talking about how America is going to end. Apparently they had sent a plague of birds to destroy us. There were literally MILLIONS of birds falling from the sky and running into people all over. It was mass chaos, and people outside were just getting hammered to death by all of these birds. And some birds were HUGE and they were spitting out hundreds of smaller birds from their mouths. We rushed to get back inside and avoid the onslaught. We barely managed to get the door closed before a bunch slammed right into it. It's not that the birds were even trying to attack people, there was just no space for them to go, as they were just pouring out of the skies. Then, the random Arab people put on gas masks and they're like flooding the house with gas, so we have to run out the back. I somehow manage to lose everyone I was with, and I'm just running outside through this storm of birds, dodging everything.
Then I get out to this one area and it's completely calm, and there's a line of people waiting and people dressed in these odd uniforms. I'm trying to figure out what the line is for, and I'm skeptical that they're trying to get us into this room to try and kill us. But they assure me it's just a presentation for something, and so I get in line and wait. Eventually I end up ushered into this small theater, and I manage to sneak out the back. Now I'm in some weird warehouse district, going through random doors, and dark alleyways. I manage to sneak by some people but I can't quite tell what they're doing. Then all of a sudden, bam I'm knocked unconcious by something. When I wake up, apparently I've now been recruited by the resistance force, and am given some kind of rifle, and I'm supposed to go out on patrols with these other guys to try and protect these people from the bird storms. I'm supposed to just follow these big mech things around and make sure everything is going alright. We get in some crazy battles with those, birds dropping all over the place, and then it fast-forwards to something else.
Now apparently we've been captured by a group of these "terrorists". But they're having us play video games. There's kiosks set up all over at this complex we're at (which I think turned out to be a converted Six Flags), and people are entering into this game tournament. I try to figure out how to enter, but everything is already full. So I'm running around, and before I figure anything out, they already announce the 12 finalists, and they get up on stage. Then the craziest thing happens, and a bunch of guys with rifles appear behind them, and execute all of them, just shoot them all in the head. Everyone in the crowd goes silent, and some people start crying. Then they go around, and round up all the people who are crying, and kill them too.
And then I woke up. Yeah after writing this, everyone who didn't think I was a psycho already will definitely think I'm a psycho now. I dunno why my dreams all have recurring themes like this, but my dreams are definitely out of control.
Back in Michigan for the summer, and being bored constantly as work isn't started yet. *sigh*
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Then I get out to this one area and it's completely calm, and there's a line of people waiting and people dressed in these odd uniforms. I'm trying to figure out what the line is for, and I'm skeptical that they're trying to get us into this room to try and kill us. But they assure me it's just a presentation for something, and so I get in line and wait. Eventually I end up ushered into this small theater, and I manage to sneak out the back. Now I'm in some weird warehouse district, going through random doors, and dark alleyways. I manage to sneak by some people but I can't quite tell what they're doing. Then all of a sudden, bam I'm knocked unconcious by something. When I wake up, apparently I've now been recruited by the resistance force, and am given some kind of rifle, and I'm supposed to go out on patrols with these other guys to try and protect these people from the bird storms. I'm supposed to just follow these big mech things around and make sure everything is going alright. We get in some crazy battles with those, birds dropping all over the place, and then it fast-forwards to something else.
Now apparently we've been captured by a group of these "terrorists". But they're having us play video games. There's kiosks set up all over at this complex we're at (which I think turned out to be a converted Six Flags), and people are entering into this game tournament. I try to figure out how to enter, but everything is already full. So I'm running around, and before I figure anything out, they already announce the 12 finalists, and they get up on stage. Then the craziest thing happens, and a bunch of guys with rifles appear behind them, and execute all of them, just shoot them all in the head. Everyone in the crowd goes silent, and some people start crying. Then they go around, and round up all the people who are crying, and kill them too.
And then I woke up. Yeah after writing this, everyone who didn't think I was a psycho already will definitely think I'm a psycho now. I dunno why my dreams all have recurring themes like this, but my dreams are definitely out of control.
Back in Michigan for the summer, and being bored constantly as work isn't started yet. *sigh*
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