I just had a rather odd dream, to say the least.
It starts out I'm with a couple people I know, and we king of hang out, and right down the street, maybe a block away at most, is this wal-mart. So anyways, pissing time away and at some point, I've acquired a rocket launcher. By this point I guess I can't figure out the difference between reality, and fantasy, so I fire it, and bam, no more wal-mart. After that I freak out and realize, ohshi, I just destroyed a huge building, but either I didn't care about the people in the store, or nobody was there.
From that point it gets rather hazy, but my friends general decision is to turn myself in. So I make my way home, where my family and a bunch of other people are discussing something, while huge parts of the floor are torn up and you can see the dirt enough. I muddle around a bit, and try to talk to my family. Finally a police offer shows up to haul me off to a special prison for the insane. Finally one of my family members say, have you told them everything? Don't forget the two facts. Which makes no sense. So anyways, the cop leads me outside, and we walk over these two colored mounds to the shed, I guess to look for more gear. The yard is torn up, there's a piece of construction equipment there, and then when we open the shed, not very big, I'd say 12 feet at the widest and perhaps 8 in front, and find, besides huge amounts of tools, another borrowed piece of construction equipment. There's a bit of meaningless chat, then we come back and I talk about those two colored mounds. One is a chalky color with blue mixed in, the other the same with orange. I say something about them being chemicals which are necessary to make explosives, he just passes it off about how he knows that already and we move on. They certainly seemed more important in the dream than what attention they got.
So, I get taken to this really.... relaxed insane asylum, it was more like some sort of... daycare? almost. Or at least what I saw of it. So anyways, I'm there for a while, try to interact with the others but they're all far more crazy than I am. Some of the of activities, now that I think on it, perhaps it was more like a giant classroom at highschool. Sounds like a good description, so anyways we go through this little routine of saluatations and such nonsense, polish nationalism is in there somewhere, and then there's a cigeratte dispenser I stand in front of near a window while people keep coming over to get them, and the police will light it for them. So, I sit up on the counter where all this stuff sits, and lean against the window for a second, until I go right through it, and fall into the jungles of cambodia with one of those guns that you feed huge reams of ammo to wrapped up in a leather case that I clutch to for dear life. There's a war or battle of some sort going on, looks kinda like what vietnam was like. So I wander around the jungles for a bit, and end up closer to the fighting. Aware the police are coming through the jungle somehow, but they can't find me. I actually try to get back to highschool, find some semblance of reality, but it's like, I know where it should be, but I can't go back. So anyways, I finally wander directly into a fight, but nobody pays any attention to me. I see this guy clutching, in a similar leather case, the much needed huge reams of ammo for my gun, rip it out of his hand and then start shooting what I assume to be the enemy. Most are wearing darker green uniforms. This is in slow motion or something, because it takes forever, and they only slowly become they have a rogue enemy with a gun who can output huge amounts of damage in a short time.
At which point I wake and up declare that one of the fucking weirdest dreams I've had in a long time.
[Kristyrat]: Vote for Orwell
[Kristyrat]: because train conducters are dicks.
Otohiko: whereas Germans are like "god we are all so horrible, we're going to die a pointless death now."