I once had a rather adventurous dream. I was apparently like the hero of an action film, locked in a room with several uniformed men, making a deal with a very italian looking person. I kicked over the table I was discussing it with him, pulled out two machine guns, and shot everything down, while doing Max Payne style bullet time jumps. Around here, I woke up sadly.
Another time I had a dream that my entire backyard had been converted to an animal shelter for poisinous reptiles. I had watched a lot of Steve Irwin. While I was in it, asking my dad which were the worst to be bitten by, I ended up running from a komodo dragon, and being tapped lightly on the back by an action figure, which I swear I later saw in a magazine.
A really strange one was when I was boarding a ship that looked rather like a huge (think Titanic) tugboat, but it was all in black and white. This one jumped from orange plantages and all kinds of other places, so I have trouble recalling it. I think I also swallowed a fly accidently in this one as well...
I do occasionally remember some of the grandest and most impossible moments of dreams. If there was an alternate universe constructed by our dreams, I think it would look pretty damn sweet.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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