Dreams
I dream like movies. Meaning, I'm not actually present in many of my dreams.
Some guy got pulled over in a mini-van and while the officers were talking to him, he threw up, cause he was drunk. Instead of arresting him, the cops kidnapped him and took him to a secret prison. They took his girlfriend too who was with him, which seemed especially unfair. So in the secret prison, there's hundreds of really muscular guys who are prisoners and are all kept in a warehouse-like space. At one point, all the cops in the secret prison decide that it would be great fun to run into the holding area which has all the criminals and beat them up. So they do that. Somehow the guy and the girl escape though. They end up at a restaurant with a bunch of family and friends, but they're not able to talk to anyone about what happened, about what they've been through, even though they're all covered with dirt, and bruises, and clearly something has happened. But nobody seems to notice.
I dream like movies. Meaning, I'm not actually present in many of my dreams.
Some guy got pulled over in a mini-van and while the officers were talking to him, he threw up, cause he was drunk. Instead of arresting him, the cops kidnapped him and took him to a secret prison. They took his girlfriend too who was with him, which seemed especially unfair. So in the secret prison, there's hundreds of really muscular guys who are prisoners and are all kept in a warehouse-like space. At one point, all the cops in the secret prison decide that it would be great fun to run into the holding area which has all the criminals and beat them up. So they do that. Somehow the guy and the girl escape though. They end up at a restaurant with a bunch of family and friends, but they're not able to talk to anyone about what happened, about what they've been through, even though they're all covered with dirt, and bruises, and clearly something has happened. But nobody seems to notice.