Did a lot of dreaming last night, at the expense of actual sleep. I don't remember much of it, or how many dreams there were or whatever, I just remember the last bit of dream before I woke up.
I was part of some group of Mexican cartel enforcers, and we rocked up at what I assume was a rival cartel's base, riding in these big ugly black SUVs. As we were getting close the dream went into a close up of one of them, he said something and then they took a few potshots which pinged ineffectively off our cars.
I think up until then our intent had been at least semi-peaceful, but after that the rest of the group all jumped out and opened fire on the little tin shack these other dudes were based in. It seemed like we were waaaay better equipped than they were, as it was pretty much a slaughter and after a moment they were running off to hide in the surrounding scrub.
At this point I got out of the car and stood up, cradling a big assault rifle in my hands. I don't know exactly what my position was in this group, but I seemed like some crazy psychotic giant guy who was kept in reserve for moments like this.
I looked over to the boss and asked if I could "Ask them politely why they shot at us," he agreed and then I marched into the bush/scrub/forest, tracking down these poor enemy sods and killing them. This went on for a while.
Eventually my buddies pointed out this huge shrub, or maybe a clump of bushes, where they knew a couple of our victims were hiding.
I blazed away with my rifle, (which seemed to have more-or-less infinite ammo) sweeping it slowly back and forth across the bushes/shrub until these two pathetic looking people jumped up from where they were hiding to try and make a break for it, only to instantly be cut down.
At this point I stopped firing, and glanced over to my right.
To my amazement I saw a giant echidna, about the size of a horse, just standing there watching me.
I was overjoyed to see such a magnificent creature and, suitably distracted from killing people, called by comrades over to look at it. They were all like "wut" as I, this bloodthirsty killer clutching a smoking machine gun, went ga-ga over this weird, mutated-looking creature.
Seems I was still my wildlife-loving self even in such a violent dream.
I told them not to even
think about shooting at it. I think it was starting to get a bit nervous of us or something. One of the others wanted to check behind it to see if any enemies were hiding there, and I glanced around to make sure none of them were taking advantage of our distraction to sneak up on us.
One of my merry band of heavily-armed killers started to raise a large revolver towards the echidna, I pushed his hand down, and then I woke up.
That was. Uh. Weird.
It might have been related to some earlier dream(s), but I have no idea.
Edit: Maybe this is what happens when I eat Mexican food? I did have a vege burrito for dinner last night, after all.