Another Wierd Dream

So last night I dreamed that I was some kind of freaky super hero unlike the one's in which we are used to. No Superman, Wonderwoman, Spiderman stuff, more really really weird. I was like a micro-organism; I could see everything in true scale to life, but was living as some kind of micro superhero (along with all of the others). My powers were psychic and the ability to to fly, as well as being able to switch from human form to microscopic form. My mission was to destroy the ones who were sent out to destroy me. The geographics were contained to one planet. The bad guys had certain powers beyond what I was trained for, however, I found their weakness: an electronic field surrounding the perimeter of their world. There were like four others on my team as well, and we would radio each other our positions and report any enemies in which we took out. What it came down to was that we had to figure out a way to temporarily shut off the energy field so that we could fly out of it while luring the enemy into this non-electro field because that was the only thing that would kill them. One of our team member's powers was being able to do wonders with electronics, and he was able to shut down a partial electro field allowing me to escape. But one of their bad guys was able to get through it as well. So there we were, fighting like both ninjas and knights in an electric field outside of the atmosphere.

SO SO SO weird. And there's a lot more to add, but I'm kind of getting creeped out just getting this far!

Why I gotta have these far out and freaky dreams!?

Memories; Part 2

Yes, our best friend came and got us and snuck us into her bedroom for the night. Her mom actually found out in the morning but chose to take no part in it. We left her house and decided to go to Denny's (after begging for money outside of Shari's Restaurant), because we thought we could sit awhile and enjoy free coffee refills while making a plan on what to do next. I guess we were a bit obvious as run-aways because a lady approached us and asked if she could buy us a meal and sit down and talk with us. Of course we agreed (we were starving), and she turned out to be very polite and nice and really did not lecture us; she was merely concerned. Then this guy approached us (he said he overheard our conversation with the lady) and wanted to help us out as well. However, I was totally leary, but after talking a bit he seemed pretty up and up. This conversation ended up that he was willing to give us ammunition for the gun, and said he'd leave it in his mailbox for us (and of course he gave us his address). With full bellies (oh yeah, the lady who paid for our food also gave ustwenty bucks) we walked to the ammunition guy's house (it was like 4:30 in the morning). Once we found his house, we walked up onto the porch and sure enough found like 200 rounds of .22 caliber ammunition in the mailbox, just like he said! There was no pervey icky (which was what I was afraid of), in fact, we never saw him again! After I loaded the gun (yes, I left the first cylinder empty) we headed for I-80 to hitch hike back to California. We did happen to find a ride with a trucker almost immediately. (Did I mention that there was an APB out on us for armed an dangerous?) (Oh yeah, we found that out later). So this trucker guy picks us up, and as we pass Wendover, NV, my sister totally passes out in his sleeper and he starts telling me how much he wants to do things to me and describes these things in detail. I had my purse (containing the gun) to my right and was furiously and madly trying to get it out of its holster (yes, I had it in a holster.....dumb move) without alerting Mr. Perve Trucker as to what I was doing. I think he figured it out though cuz he turned on the interior cab lights and looked directly at my hand in the purse. He said something like, "are you cold?". Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that right before my sister passed out, the cab reeked with a smell of rotten eggs and this trucker dude kept doing some kind of inhaler thing. I always figured it was some kind of gas, and the reason I was not infected was because I rolled down the window and held my breath as much as possible. Regardless of all of this, once I had the gun free, I cocked it and asked to be let off at the next stop. I was absolute in that if he refused, I would shoot him in his overzealous private area. However, he did indeed let us out at a truckstop (which I had really thought was a city or at best a town). Although a big part of me had hoped to shoot the pervert, another part of me was thankful that it did not go there. Okay, this has been enough on my emotions, once again. It seems that here will be a part 3 to this saga. Tune in tomorrow when scary turns into concerned (LOL). Love you guys and goodnight!