~T1migi

Lol I forgot to mention I got it two days ago.
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I'm shit at brawl and am a sore loser so please don't be better than me.

I don't remember much of the dream, but I do remember that I had this dream for 10 whole hours and it was amazing. The last thing I remember is Dream-Me being in trouble with that gang from that GTA-induced dream. I only remember the end of the dream. The guy who was apparently related to dream-me gave dream-me a magnum with one bullet in it, and the leader of the gang came out with a shotgun. Then I woke up.
If I have this dream again or if I remember anything else of it, I'll update this journal.
Also, before I had this dream, I had seen Star Trek The Next Generation. The episodes where they turn into kids and the one where Data messes up the computer and Worf is in that western.
That might explain the part with the guns.

oh my god this one was freaking amazing
It started like any other random generic dream, with dream-me standing outside and somehow flying around with some buddies. Eventually, me, alot of random family members and some friends had to go to the top floor of Grandma's apartower. More and more people were coming in to use the elevator, and I jokingly said we'd all be too heavy for the elevator. Talk about foreshadowing. We went up to the top floor, and when we're almost there, the elevator begins shaking and everyone was like 'wtf'. Suddenly, the elevator falls down. Everybody's screaming and stuff and everything's going in slow motion. Luckily, the elevator had no ceiling and there were wires on the walls I could hang on. I jumped up and held on for dear life with about 4-6 people hanging from my legs. Below, there was an open elevator door. So I started swinging back and forth so the guys below could get in there. Eventually, once we're all in, we start looking around for a way out. It was a really weird place. There were dismembered limbs lying around in certain rooms, and some girl apparently thought one of the legs belonged to her dad. She promptly ate it. I forget what else happened here. Me and some other guy went into this hallway. It was sort of orange-y pink, with two plates on the wall. We entered a room. It was a U shaped room. On the east side was the hall through which we came. On the wall in front of us (the middle of the U) there was a hatch, and on the other side of the U there were about two more doors, and some kind of table. The guy talked about how familiar the place was. Then he said he remembered being in space in a ship in a room much like this one, when suddenly the hull just.. went pop. And all the oxygen and stuff was being sucked out. Suddenly, the plates in the hall broke apart and, guess what happened, the oxygen was being sucked out. He was the first to notice, and started panicking. I quickly followed his lead and also started panicking. He frantically ran around trying to find the code that lets the door to the hall with the plates close and the door to the next room open. I somehow knew how to get to it; I had to open the hatch in the middle of the U, pull a lever, go to the other side of the U, open another door, flip another switch, and then open the last door which contained the code '4206'. Somehow just finding it opened and closed those doors. We went on into the next room and... I forget what happened then. Something about some kid on a pirate ship throwing the captain overboard.

Oh yeah, I fixed my Outcast music, so I'm going to record more stuff and put it on my youtube page.

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Please like it.

What happens when you combine the thought "I need to play GTA 4 more" and really fucked up nightmares? The dream I just woke up from.

It started as a regular GTA 4 dream in which dream-me took the place of Niko Bellic. Shit promptly hit the fan.
First, there was this bitch that I can't remember much about other than that she was mean. Then her house exploded. Then I was being chased by two guys with metal balls that can knock you out for years and a metal bow that shot equally metal arrows. I think they had a sledgehammer too. So anyway, I was just walking around minding my own business when out of nowhere a police helicopter starts chasing and attacking me. So I'm running around shooting it with shit and then it somehow gets stuck and I manage to destroy it. The guys jump out and start throwing those balls at me which I kick back at them. I manage to defeat/kill one of them, and took his bow. I had to kick some more of the thrown balls back at the other guy, but I missed one and got hit. I woke up 44 years later in a hospital. I found the bastards again, who were flying around some industrial like place. I shoot them down with the bow and kill them with also the bow. Later, I don't remember where, I meet some creepy woman that can turn into a cat. She also has a pet cat. I seem to remember meeting her on a construction site where my dream-grandma's Apartower normally was, but this was a different dream world I guess so it wasn't really there. That or this is a different but strangely identical city. Apparently, one of the construction workers there was an undercover FBI agent. And, apparently, the FBI was looking for furries. He asked if we were furries. For some reason I said I was. The agent then went bat shit insane and his eyes started to glow red and he attacked us. I don't remember what happened here, I think catlady took care of him. Later, I met the gangster-y guys again, this time they brought a little girl with them. We were in some kind of really small shack. They cornered me. I grabbed a gun. I tried switching to the gun. But oh no, I pressed left wrong and I've not selected the right gun and I have so many damn guns I can't find the one I wanna use either! The girl begins pistol whipping my leg with an AK, and the other guys just beat me up. Suddenly, in comes the cat lady. She stirs the faces of the guys and the girl with her claw-y hands and somehow turns her into a bloody pile of blood, flesh and bones. I was like "wtf" and she was saying some shit about removing the spine and how we should get the hell out of there. So we left and the dream ended. I awoke to the sound of a strange tapping noise coming out from under my bed. I happen to have a skeleton under my bed, and I assumed he was making the tapping. His name is Murray by the way. Turns out it was the wireless headphones we have for the widescreen TV in the bedroom.

That creepy cat-lady was pretty hot btw. If I wasn't terrible at drawing, I'd show you her.