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So last night I had a dream, not one of those stupid wrenching dream like Sam has, in fact, my dream last night started off by me setting a bunch of claymore mines about midway up a grassy knoll in Vietnam. The vietcong were coming and we had to hold down the fort made of Lincoln Logs. Well, I got all the claymores set and my commander started yelling at me, so I went up to the watch tower and told some dude with a clear plastic head that the enemy was coming. His body dissipated and I was let holding his plastic head in my hands, though I could see his esophagus clearly, as it was highlighted in Yellow.
Well, I turned around to climb down and what used to be a grass and bamboo watch tower was now a concrete building from the 1930s. It went blank there for a moment, but some sadistic business owner started to chase me down, suite and tie and all, and the only way I escaped was by putting his head inside of a blanket and beating it against the wall while he laughed. I ran down a light blue concrete set of stairs and got into an elevator with a police detective with a huge mustache and brown trenchcoat. I needed to find my jeeps in the parking garage, so that is were we went.
Well, when the elevator door opened up at the two story parking garage, I realized that there were zombies everywhere. Eating people and stringing their corpses up from the ceiling. Blood and guts lined the parking spaces and cars overturned with oil drum fires going. I saw my XJ in the corner of the level, but said 'I need the waggy'. I gave the keys to my XJ to the detective in the brown coat and told him to meet me outside. I went to the second story and got into my wagoneer after dodging the zombies and started to drive around and hit all the zombies with the front end of my waggy.
Right then, the waggy ran out of gas in the parking garage and I got out and there was only one zombie left, wearing a bright yellow Tshirt and blue jeans. His mouth was bleeding and his hands where gray. For some reason I had the notion to kick the zombie right in the balls, and right as my foot made contact with it's rotting family jewels......
I fucking woke up in SEETHING PAIN.
I had seriously just kicked my wall at full fucking force. My big toe felt like it was on FIRE. 6:30 in the morning. I buried my head in my pillow and sucked it up. My foot hurt for a good hour after and it was one of the most painful things I have ever done to myself at a subconscious level.
Now I know, pack in my dreams and don't try and KICK anything.
Well, I turned around to climb down and what used to be a grass and bamboo watch tower was now a concrete building from the 1930s. It went blank there for a moment, but some sadistic business owner started to chase me down, suite and tie and all, and the only way I escaped was by putting his head inside of a blanket and beating it against the wall while he laughed. I ran down a light blue concrete set of stairs and got into an elevator with a police detective with a huge mustache and brown trenchcoat. I needed to find my jeeps in the parking garage, so that is were we went.
Well, when the elevator door opened up at the two story parking garage, I realized that there were zombies everywhere. Eating people and stringing their corpses up from the ceiling. Blood and guts lined the parking spaces and cars overturned with oil drum fires going. I saw my XJ in the corner of the level, but said 'I need the waggy'. I gave the keys to my XJ to the detective in the brown coat and told him to meet me outside. I went to the second story and got into my wagoneer after dodging the zombies and started to drive around and hit all the zombies with the front end of my waggy.
Right then, the waggy ran out of gas in the parking garage and I got out and there was only one zombie left, wearing a bright yellow Tshirt and blue jeans. His mouth was bleeding and his hands where gray. For some reason I had the notion to kick the zombie right in the balls, and right as my foot made contact with it's rotting family jewels......
I fucking woke up in SEETHING PAIN.
I had seriously just kicked my wall at full fucking force. My big toe felt like it was on FIRE. 6:30 in the morning. I buried my head in my pillow and sucked it up. My foot hurt for a good hour after and it was one of the most painful things I have ever done to myself at a subconscious level.
Now I know, pack in my dreams and don't try and KICK anything.
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