WTF BRAIN LOL
You guessed it: another strange dream.
I was in some sort of major war setting, I want to say it felt like WWII but way more technologically advanced. Anyway, I was in some sort of fort/stronghold/communications tower-thing, and I was a spy, I guess, or somehow stealthy, and I was supposed to get into the enemy base.
I was talking to the dude in charge, or running my mission, or whatever, and it was Doucheboss (he was shorter in my dream, but it was still Doucheboss, because he had that same annoying laugh, and I wanted to kick his teeth in). I was suggesting stuff that I wanted to do that, I suppose, would have jeopardized the mission and/or my life, but if they would work, would be AMAZING. Every suggestion kept getting shot down, until Doucheboss had enough.
He'd been crumpling a piece of looseleaf paper, and finally said, "I've got (some (final) amount) of (some sort of weapon). Guess where it is," and threw the paperball at my head. It was all in the paperball. It caught the corner of my forehead, and resulted in a very slow, melty death. I think it was supposed to be caustic, because it was supposed to burn, but I only felt a light tingle in the dream.
Kooloo limpah. >.>;
So I fell backwards, possibly with a "NOOOOOOOOO!" and saw D-boss stand up and walk past me. I tried to grab his ankle before I winked out. But when I did, I wasn't out for very long. I peeked, and then I thought, "Oh, I'm not dead. ... I must be a ... zombie!" And then I got the BRILLIANT idea to use ZOMBIES instead of actual people. I mean, if zombies are already did, killing them's not gonna do very much, right? And if it was WWII, George Romero hadn't come along yet, so I was pretty sure people wouldn't know to destroy the head.
I excitedly grabbed a nearby soldier, who looked to have been sleeping on the floor, by his shirt, and shook him while I told him of my revelation. He looked like he was about to shit his pants, because I was just dead a second ago, or because my excited words came out as "braaaains, brains, brains, brains, braaaaaaaaaaains!" I ran around the control tower's main room (it was tiny) for a bit, but no one seemed to pay attention to me. Even though I was all "GUYS OMFG ZOMBIES ARE AWESOME!"
Someone lit a candle to have more light. I flipped out (fire, oh noes), ran for the exit, and jumped over the bar and into the night. Now, I know I'm dead, but the tower was still at least thirty feet up: I might not have survived. And once I was in free-fall, I realized that it was much higher than thirty feet, as I had time to think, and recognize that I was falling on my back because my arms were out, and I could see my legs in front of me. I wondered if I would break my bed--
THE ONE I WAS SLEEPING IN AT THE TIME
--when I fell and hit it, but I woke up before that happened. (I suppose this is what I get for reading SoT before bed?) And the dream weirded me out a little bit, so I didn't want to head back to sleep. I lost an hour, hohoho.
Speaking of hours lost, I need to leave for work soon. :3
I was in some sort of major war setting, I want to say it felt like WWII but way more technologically advanced. Anyway, I was in some sort of fort/stronghold/communications tower-thing, and I was a spy, I guess, or somehow stealthy, and I was supposed to get into the enemy base.
I was talking to the dude in charge, or running my mission, or whatever, and it was Doucheboss (he was shorter in my dream, but it was still Doucheboss, because he had that same annoying laugh, and I wanted to kick his teeth in). I was suggesting stuff that I wanted to do that, I suppose, would have jeopardized the mission and/or my life, but if they would work, would be AMAZING. Every suggestion kept getting shot down, until Doucheboss had enough.
He'd been crumpling a piece of looseleaf paper, and finally said, "I've got (some (final) amount) of (some sort of weapon). Guess where it is," and threw the paperball at my head. It was all in the paperball. It caught the corner of my forehead, and resulted in a very slow, melty death. I think it was supposed to be caustic, because it was supposed to burn, but I only felt a light tingle in the dream.
Kooloo limpah. >.>;
So I fell backwards, possibly with a "NOOOOOOOOO!" and saw D-boss stand up and walk past me. I tried to grab his ankle before I winked out. But when I did, I wasn't out for very long. I peeked, and then I thought, "Oh, I'm not dead. ... I must be a ... zombie!" And then I got the BRILLIANT idea to use ZOMBIES instead of actual people. I mean, if zombies are already did, killing them's not gonna do very much, right? And if it was WWII, George Romero hadn't come along yet, so I was pretty sure people wouldn't know to destroy the head.
I excitedly grabbed a nearby soldier, who looked to have been sleeping on the floor, by his shirt, and shook him while I told him of my revelation. He looked like he was about to shit his pants, because I was just dead a second ago, or because my excited words came out as "braaaains, brains, brains, brains, braaaaaaaaaaains!" I ran around the control tower's main room (it was tiny) for a bit, but no one seemed to pay attention to me. Even though I was all "GUYS OMFG ZOMBIES ARE AWESOME!"
Someone lit a candle to have more light. I flipped out (fire, oh noes), ran for the exit, and jumped over the bar and into the night. Now, I know I'm dead, but the tower was still at least thirty feet up: I might not have survived. And once I was in free-fall, I realized that it was much higher than thirty feet, as I had time to think, and recognize that I was falling on my back because my arms were out, and I could see my legs in front of me. I wondered if I would break my bed--
THE ONE I WAS SLEEPING IN AT THE TIME
--when I fell and hit it, but I woke up before that happened. (I suppose this is what I get for reading SoT before bed?) And the dream weirded me out a little bit, so I didn't want to head back to sleep. I lost an hour, hohoho.
Speaking of hours lost, I need to leave for work soon. :3