kirin_ka

I've been having some weird dreams lately. Last night I had a dream that I was part of a swat team that was after some terrorists. At one point, Gary Busey, the leader, had a knife to my nuts asking if I loved them enough to drop my gun, to which I replied, "You did this to me last year, I am surprised you don't remember." So after my nuts are ok, Busey asks us to lay on the ground. Before running up the stairs Busey shoots one of the swat members, who has a poor dispostion towards me, in the throat. I pick up my automatic rifle and book it up the stairs after Busey. Since I am tall, I can apparently lift my gun up and shoot Busey while I am one flight below him. Apparently, even though I did this last year, I did it better this year and shot him in the throat twelve times. The swat member who got shot in throat barely made it, but Busey somehow lived with flying colors. Then I apparently joined the bad guys and helped them rob a train for millions of dollars. This train apparently ran through an open air office that was in the middle of a meadow. We tried to run for it on a boat, but the police were hot on our tail. We escaped to some house in the middle of no where in some bayou. That part got old, so I guess I somehow switched to my dad's house. I went to a neighbors house, and her kid and some of his friends, who were only 8, were throwing a rave. I went to my dad's house and the swat dream joined me again, so I started shooting family members. For some reason it just made them very angry. Then I woke up. I'm not even going to type out the one about a gorilla with David Bowe's face.