Another Dream
August 01, 2003
Once inawhile I will have these really cool dreams. In the past I’ve written such classics as the XCom battle where I was stuck and my bastard friends didn’t do anything to help me as the aliens were about to break through the door. I think I was holding a weapon but couldn’t use it. Another one, while vising a museum featuring H.R. Giger’s Aliens, some of the xenomorphs came to life and were terrorizing the visitors. Sadly I didn’t have any weapons and was just running away, running away really scared.
Last night, in what became an instant classic, another dream was had.
First I started at work. Yet, this office was damn cool. The terminals we used were much more hi tech and the people seemed cool. All of a sudden, a blackout shut the place down. Everything went dark - never a good sign. I was happy though because whenever things are shut down it means we don’t have to work. I don’t really remember what happened next.
Then I found myself roaming a really big department store. Something inside told me I had to kill people and all of a sudden I found an assault rifle in my hand. Armed and with a motive, I was ready to commit heinous crimes. I roamed the aisles of this department store and opened fire on whoever happened to be there. I knew there were security cards as once in awhile I had to hide behind things to avoid them. I have no idea how many people were killed but I remember at least four or five.
I remember the last thing I did in this dream was something really bad… it involved a girl that was there.
Then I woke up.
It was a cool, disturbing dream and from now on, please make sure i never buy a gun.
