onesangheili

This is by far one of the weirdest dreams I've had. I mean, I've had dreams for the past few days now (and cutting into my sleep, to boot), but this one deserves noteworthy mention for being currently the most non-Euclidean of them all. So, I'm back in my secondary school, attending class in a blue-hued version of my old classroom. First things first, I'm totally out-of-place; I'm at my current height, with my current build, and I'm wearing army fatigues. My hair is mostly gone like my recruit days, or not, I'm not too sure, but even the army jockey cap is in place on my head. My bag, too; it's the bag I used for my NS days, rather than my o

Wow, it's been a long time since I last dreamt something solid. Alot of references to recent events, but also alot of insight into my own subconciousness... So there's this huge red brickhouse building that everyone's working in (don't ask me what, it wasn't very clear) and since it was very late at night (02 00++?), only a few people were left. Some were going home, saying something about "The Last Taxi". I wouldn't know, since I haven't mastered the art of _noclip in my own dreams (yet). That, and I had opted to stay behind and sleep in along with others. I think I was just too lazy to go home; I distinctly remember outside being a heavil

It ain't funny to engage in a sniper battle while trying to count rounds. Worse of all, my magazine dropped out from under my rifle! It was a wonder I didn't get shot because I was loading in rounds from my pockets all the way. Then some fucker tried to ambush me from the back, so I whacked him with my rifle. In homurun style. And if you ask me more, I have no idea. This is literally the shortest dream I've had thus far.