Last night I dreamt I was on a remote beach and I had to defend my campsite against some aggressive beachcombers. I had to shoot one of them with my Kimber and got in trouble with the law for using some kind of prohibited round. It then turned into a game where I was trying to scrounge up some "legal" rounds to show to this ATF-ish agency. The agents, BTW, consisted of a man who reminded me of one of my drill sergeants, and two hot females that were very flirty with me. So I make it to this "deadline" to show them the rounds I used and I pull out of my pockets a bunch of assorted rounds from .38 to .45-70, some of them were rusting, corroded and dented and no two rounds came from the same lot. Hahaha. Needless to say the male ATF-ish agent was not amused, so he sentenced me to do several push-ups, all the while the female agents were being coy and trying to get to know me.
Woke up from that one drenched in cold sweat. So I get up, go to the bathroom, then try to get back to sleep.
Then I dreamed again. This time I was walking through some kind of beach/boardwalk place with my mom where I was intently watching and waiting for a Phoenix (it wasn't called that) bird to go up in flames and be reborn. Then I get an alpha-page from a friend. He's a pilot and he was trying to give me covert directions to some place called "Wadle/Wadel Creek" and that he was in trouble and that they were "after him". I go home, get on the cell and I was talking to my friend asking him how to get to this place. The last part of the conversation went something like this:
John: "Dude, I need your help!"
Me: "Alright, but I only got $300 in my checking account."
John: "Don't worry, I'm a dentist!" (***?)
At that point the connections get sorta cut off and the next thing I know is that my friend is talking like a 12-year old girl, and "s/he" was trying to get me to go over the directions to Wadle/Wadle Creek to make sure I had it. I knew right away it wasn't my friend but some kind of ATF-ish plant but I played along and gave her some weird directions to some other place. Then I told her, "here's a hint, when you try to play the part of my buddy, at least pick somebody that doesn't sound like a 12-year-old girl!". She started laughing, admitted that she was an agent, and started to flirt with me forgetting about my friend altogether. All in all it turned into a pretty pleasant conversation and we made plans for a date. Hahaha. Anyway, I end up driving to where my buddy is holed up but I decide to do some recon first. So I throw on my ghillie suit (which I have) and pick up a Remington sniper rifle (which I don't have) and stalk around near the motel looking for surveillance. As I low-crawled to the edge of the woods to where I can see the motel, I can see a squad of some ATF-ish SWAT team stacking at my friend's door getting ready to breach and bang. I radioed to my friend, told him to get ready and to start shooting when I tell him so. The idea I had was that my friend would start randomly shooting from his motel room, and the sound of his M1A barking would cover the sound of my Remington which would be picking off the door-kickers from afar. I killed all the agents and help my friend escape.
Woke up again drenched in a cold sweat. Went to bathroom, tried to go back to sleep.
The next thing I know I'm dreaming again, this time I'm somehow transported back to my childhood home in the Philippines, but everything is all weird and the house is haunted. So I decide to walk and get a hotel room, which happens to be in Hawaii (Waikiki?), and which happens to be full of friends that I haven't seen in a decade or so. I'm trying to impress the hell out of all these girls from High School and I end up sleeping with 4 of them at once. Then somehow I end up with a pair of roller skates and I tear up the hotel skating everywhere, somehow ending up in a train that takes me back to California where I scramble to find a phone to tell my parents back in the Philippines that I won't make the flight (in an hour and a half) back to California and not to worry because I'm already IN California.
Now, TOP those dreams! And I'd be interested in y'alls translations.
I've been having a series of real and very visceral dreams the last couple of nights. I almost can't wait to go home and go to sleep, my dreams are better than watching cable!!!
