I just woke up. I slept late because I had an infusion reaction to a medication last night (Remicade) and as a result I had to take a boat-load of Benadryl..... in retrospect, I'll bet the Benadryl had a lot to do with the strangeness of the dream.
Also, I think some of it was prompted by my cousin bringing up the topic of guns last night and for the first time ever, we literally spent hours talking about guns, something which I was a bit uncomfortable doing, but then again he brought it up and was interested in it.
Anyways, I dreamt that I joined the military, only the military was run by these talking heads in jars (just like from Futurama)..... and we were fighting bugs, just like from Starship Troopers (already pretty weird huh?).
All of their guns were rusted down and beaten up, so I requested somehow that I be allowed to bring my own guns and I did. I brought my Glock 22 and an AR-15.
Then the rest of the dream was literally me trying to get ammunition for my guns. I'd try to get .40SW handgun ammo, and instead I'd get .32ACP..... then I'd point out that it was wrong and I'd get .45ACP..... still wrong.... then 9mm..... nope..... finally I got .40SW, but it wasn't crimped right (or at all) so the bullet was able to just slide out, and all of the primers were missing.
I was annoyed, so I go to see who is in charge of this ammo mess..... and it turns out, it's my super liberal super anti brother. I ask him what the heck is going on and he tells me, "You don't really need ammo, or guns." and he hands me a stick.
So then I decide to try to make my own ammo and get on a reloading press, but all I can find is aluminum cases (like Blazer) for both handgun and rifle ammo.... and it's all been used! I'm thinking, "I can't reload this!"
around this point I am is attacked by giant bugs.... and one of them yells, "No more soup for you." (from Seinfeld I think?)
and that's all I remember. I woke up then.
Weird huh?
Also, I think some of it was prompted by my cousin bringing up the topic of guns last night and for the first time ever, we literally spent hours talking about guns, something which I was a bit uncomfortable doing, but then again he brought it up and was interested in it.
Anyways, I dreamt that I joined the military, only the military was run by these talking heads in jars (just like from Futurama)..... and we were fighting bugs, just like from Starship Troopers (already pretty weird huh?).
All of their guns were rusted down and beaten up, so I requested somehow that I be allowed to bring my own guns and I did. I brought my Glock 22 and an AR-15.
Then the rest of the dream was literally me trying to get ammunition for my guns. I'd try to get .40SW handgun ammo, and instead I'd get .32ACP..... then I'd point out that it was wrong and I'd get .45ACP..... still wrong.... then 9mm..... nope..... finally I got .40SW, but it wasn't crimped right (or at all) so the bullet was able to just slide out, and all of the primers were missing.
I was annoyed, so I go to see who is in charge of this ammo mess..... and it turns out, it's my super liberal super anti brother. I ask him what the heck is going on and he tells me, "You don't really need ammo, or guns." and he hands me a stick.
So then I decide to try to make my own ammo and get on a reloading press, but all I can find is aluminum cases (like Blazer) for both handgun and rifle ammo.... and it's all been used! I'm thinking, "I can't reload this!"
around this point I am is attacked by giant bugs.... and one of them yells, "No more soup for you." (from Seinfeld I think?)
and that's all I remember. I woke up then.
Weird huh?