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Jun. 27th, 2001 06:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehI remember a few parts of what I dreamt yesterday evening while sleeping.
The first one was really strange (it's the computer games that do it...not me!).
I was in an abandoned house, with a rifle. I had been there for a while, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate someone. I received the 'go-ahead' through my communications earpiece, and carefully looked out one of the windows. I could see security in the opposing building, stationed in each window and watching for anyone who might harm whoever I was supposed to kill. I looked out another window to purvey the street and try to locate my target. The target wasn't within my line of sight, so I knew I had to take out the security measures before going outside.
I aimed from one window, sighting for the head through the scope. I didn't know the guy. I shot, and noted that I could see the bullet drop considerably through its flight. I hit the guy in the chest, and he dropped. They couldn't tell where the bullet had came from, because my rifle had a suppressor. I crawled on my belly to the next window, and raised up and shot the second guy. He fell, but wasn't dead. I heard voices approaching the abandoned building, and shot two guys as they came through the door. I was low on ammo. My heart was pounding.
I woke up quickly and moved closer to the alarm clock so I could see it. That's the first thing I do when I wake up in panic. It was only nine o'clock so I went back to sleep.
In the next dream that I recollect, I was with an old friend of mine that I met at church camp when I was a little kid. He and I had always wanted to be lifeguards, and spent a lot of time swimming when we would see eachother every summer. In my dream, he lived in a mansion by the ocean. We were on the top floor of his house...I think in a recreation room or something. I looked out the window and saw a swimming pool below. I said, 'hey, we should go swimming.' He said 'sure', and opened the window. I asked if we were going to jump, and he said, 'yeah...it's deep enough.' We both stepped up to the window, which was rather large. We were preparing to jump when the whole room fell about three stories and into the pool. It was strange...it simply slid off the house like it had been balanced, and by stepping to the window we had tipped it with our weight. It landed with the open window hitting the water first, and we swam down and out of the room and to the surface. It all happened really quickly. I was laughing...I thought it was extremely hilarious that a room could just fall off the house and into the pool. He was laughing too as he said, 'man, my parents are going to KILL me.' I can't remember what happened next. I do remember the view of the ocean from the poolside. It was magnificent.
The last thing I remember dreaming was about me, my brother Marc, and his girlfriend Ragon. I was asleep in the dream when they arrived at my apartment and woke me. Apparently we had plans to go somewhere. I told them that I didn't have any clean clothes, and my brother said, 'we'll swing by the mall and I'll buy you a shirt.' I agreed and we went to the mall. We were in some kind of music and clothing store. I saw a Punisher t-shirt and bee-lined to it. I used to read the Punisher comic books. I told Marc that I wanted that one, until Ragon pointed out another one. It was even cooler, so I put that one back and picked up the one she had pointed out. It had the Punisher skull in the foreground of a wispy collage. I was awakened by the phone before I could get to the cash register. I was disappointed that I didn't get to buy it until I realized that I was only dreaming.
My mom called to tell me that she is getting dsl. That's great...I just wish that I could get it. My friend Brad had left a message on my voicemail asking, "why does your voicemail message just say, 'this is matt...leave me a message' and not 'this is matt, leave me a message and I'll call you back?'....OOOOH, I know why....because YOU NEVER CALL ME BACK!" Hehehehe...bastard. I tried to call him back, he wasn't home. Tag. He's it.
Damn...my copy of my copy just coastered. Weird...the copy works. I'll have to wait until I get to work tonight and make a copy instead of a copy of a copy since the copy works fine and the copy of a copy coasters.
The first one was really strange (it's the computer games that do it...not me!).
I was in an abandoned house, with a rifle. I had been there for a while, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate someone. I received the 'go-ahead' through my communications earpiece, and carefully looked out one of the windows. I could see security in the opposing building, stationed in each window and watching for anyone who might harm whoever I was supposed to kill. I looked out another window to purvey the street and try to locate my target. The target wasn't within my line of sight, so I knew I had to take out the security measures before going outside.
I aimed from one window, sighting for the head through the scope. I didn't know the guy. I shot, and noted that I could see the bullet drop considerably through its flight. I hit the guy in the chest, and he dropped. They couldn't tell where the bullet had came from, because my rifle had a suppressor. I crawled on my belly to the next window, and raised up and shot the second guy. He fell, but wasn't dead. I heard voices approaching the abandoned building, and shot two guys as they came through the door. I was low on ammo. My heart was pounding.
I woke up quickly and moved closer to the alarm clock so I could see it. That's the first thing I do when I wake up in panic. It was only nine o'clock so I went back to sleep.
In the next dream that I recollect, I was with an old friend of mine that I met at church camp when I was a little kid. He and I had always wanted to be lifeguards, and spent a lot of time swimming when we would see eachother every summer. In my dream, he lived in a mansion by the ocean. We were on the top floor of his house...I think in a recreation room or something. I looked out the window and saw a swimming pool below. I said, 'hey, we should go swimming.' He said 'sure', and opened the window. I asked if we were going to jump, and he said, 'yeah...it's deep enough.' We both stepped up to the window, which was rather large. We were preparing to jump when the whole room fell about three stories and into the pool. It was strange...it simply slid off the house like it had been balanced, and by stepping to the window we had tipped it with our weight. It landed with the open window hitting the water first, and we swam down and out of the room and to the surface. It all happened really quickly. I was laughing...I thought it was extremely hilarious that a room could just fall off the house and into the pool. He was laughing too as he said, 'man, my parents are going to KILL me.' I can't remember what happened next. I do remember the view of the ocean from the poolside. It was magnificent.
The last thing I remember dreaming was about me, my brother Marc, and his girlfriend Ragon. I was asleep in the dream when they arrived at my apartment and woke me. Apparently we had plans to go somewhere. I told them that I didn't have any clean clothes, and my brother said, 'we'll swing by the mall and I'll buy you a shirt.' I agreed and we went to the mall. We were in some kind of music and clothing store. I saw a Punisher t-shirt and bee-lined to it. I used to read the Punisher comic books. I told Marc that I wanted that one, until Ragon pointed out another one. It was even cooler, so I put that one back and picked up the one she had pointed out. It had the Punisher skull in the foreground of a wispy collage. I was awakened by the phone before I could get to the cash register. I was disappointed that I didn't get to buy it until I realized that I was only dreaming.
My mom called to tell me that she is getting dsl. That's great...I just wish that I could get it. My friend Brad had left a message on my voicemail asking, "why does your voicemail message just say, 'this is matt...leave me a message' and not 'this is matt, leave me a message and I'll call you back?'....OOOOH, I know why....because YOU NEVER CALL ME BACK!" Hehehehe...bastard. I tried to call him back, he wasn't home. Tag. He's it.
Damn...my copy of my copy just coastered. Weird...the copy works. I'll have to wait until I get to work tonight and make a copy instead of a copy of a copy since the copy works fine and the copy of a copy coasters.