6th January 2013 15:46
Couldn't sleep, so I managed to lucid dream a bit. It's scary because it all feels so real.
My parents and I are on vacation; my dad's driving some truck with my mom and I taking "Myspace photos." We then arrive at a small town and made a pit stop at some center. It looked small but inside was like a labyrinth. By this time, my parents were elsewhere doing their thing (no pun intended), and I'm at a room with some kids and like in Kingdom Hearts, I got the chance to kinda simulate myself into other dimensions (as cliche or Inception
-y as that sounds). Meanwhile, I had some of my belongings in a bag on a seat, which was untouched, but after leaving, I forgot about it and went back to find it gone. Asked someone about it and they said my parents took care of it. I walk out and it's raining, parents aren't anywhere to be found, the place was getting more desolate by the second, and that's what I could recall.
I'm working inside of a building with my coworkers. Some of us operate on one half of this floor while on the other half, some work on experiments. Morgan Freeman, apparently, is our boss haha. Must be because I rewatched Shawshank Redemption
the other day... So I went over to the other side and discovered they had a mini maze built in the center. Before I could check the interior, I found out our guys created an Iron Man suit, but it was unstable and kinda acted on its own as if someone were already inside controlling it. The thing pretty much went nuts and we were all forced to take cover by Gears of Wars
-like desks, walls, etc. Honestly, it was fun and suspenseful; then, Freeman busted through our door and began spitting wads of bacteria/poison at everyone, instantly killing them, and that's pretty much it.
I'm now in a The Simpsons
realm, where my role is some badass James Bond agent guy who really wants to exact revenge on some mob boss. My superiors keep telling me not to pursue him, as he is "highly armed and dangerous" but that obviously didn't stop me, so they intended on stopping me, if it meant killing me. The person I was following orders from appeared with a couple of other men, whom I easily took down, leaving me with the general. Turns out he hated me and always wanted to get rid of me, so now was his chance. I kept firing my gun at him but the bullets seem to keep phasing right through him for some reason. He screams, "I'm gonna kill you, ya lil' fart!" and a woman appeared behind him and said, "But you're the one who's full of gas," then jabbed him in the back with some flame thing, igniting him, and I shot the canister near him, blowing his ass up. That is all.
Oh and the lady and I then proceeded to have hot steamy sex.