I had a crazy-ass dream last night.
The beginning is pretty irrelevant, and I don't remember too terribly much of it, so I'll start where things got interesting.
Some of my friends from middle school are sitting near me at this restaurant. I'm attempting to prove to someone I know that I killed a demon (It was a dream, and I totally killed the demon. I even wrote down its serial number. It was 17716661. It was a bear demon) One of them is having a heart-to-heart with this girl, and I think he's getting friendzoned. There's lots of tearful words, and my allergies are acting up. I'm sniffling a bit, and finally one of them stands up and asks me why I'm sniffling. He's like "Did you actually read any sociology books?"
I'm like "Yeah?" He starts going on about how I'm messing up their little moment with my sniffling, and he apparently thinks I'm doing it on purpose. Instead of pointing out that any disruption I caused by sniffling pales in comparison to the hissy fit he just threw, which the whole restaurant can hear. He starts tearing up and telling me that if I don't stop he won't be my friend anymore. Instead of saying "Go to hell, we don't even talk any more, I'll sniffle if I want, bitch." I give in and go blow my nose. While I'm in the bathroom a girl tells me my hair is really plain. When I ask her what she thinks I should do with it (I really am trying to think of something, right now I've got the oh-so-chic On the Computer All Day look) she just walks away. While I'm in the bathroom it starts floating away. Apparently the restaurant is on a boat and the bathroom is a separate boat.
I jump onto the main restaboat only to find that I'm being hunted by Charlie Sheen (Played by a long-haired Keanu Reeves). I run away, and things get really crazy.
The dream switches to a construction site, and there are dump trucks driving around on a cleared plot of dirt. Suddenly, the ground caves in, this huge sinkhole appears, and these drilling machines start coming out of the ground. Construction workers are running around trying to avoid falling in when these guys in white HAZMAT looking suits come out of the ground with giant syringes (And I mean giant, like four feet long). One construction worker yells "It's a Random!" before one of the Randoms stabs him in the back with a syringe. It plunges the syringe, injecting him with this green fluid, and he makes this choking shriek. It yanks the syringe out and the guy turns into this greenish muddy goo. It's really gross too, the guy just melts instantly. It starts scooping him up into a plastic bag, and the military arrives. They chase off the Randoms.
I'm walking through the construction site with cops and soldiers running around, and there are several military officer types standing around an expressionless white mask. They've got some plugs in it, and an older male voice is talking. He's discussing how the "Randoms" have restored his eyesight and are on the way to transcending humanity. I have one of those moments of Dream Insight where I become aware that the Randoms are a militant transhumanist group that lives underground, gathering genetic material from the surface and attempting to use it to, as the mask said, transcend humanity.
I also become aware that the mask is a civilian professor or scientist or something like that, who joined the Randoms as a spy. He was blind, they restored his eyesight, and it's apparent from the way he talks that he's becoming sympathetic to their cause, and will probably join them soon. There's a sense in the air that the Randoms are going to ultimately win the war.
It was a pretty intense dream, and it makes me happy.
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