Dream between 2:45am to 9:30am on November 9th, 2009

Dream:

I had a dream before this one, but I don't remember it. This dream had me as some sort of military badass. I single-handedly attacked an enemy base that was as strategically guarded as one would have been in a video game or movie - that is to say, not very well guarded at all. The guards were rather nondescript in terms of battle attire, they just wore black, but they had black paint on their faces in vertical streaks.

I rushed passed a building with guards shooting at me from the rooftop. There were guards behind some crates, with one of them manning a rather large machine gun (Google says it's an M60). I took that guard out and turned the M60 on the other bad guys, mowing them down. Oh, the power! The angles of it were limited, since it's mounted on that tripod thingy, so I abandoned it and ran behind some other crates. There was a sweater there that would make the guards less likely to see me; it was white with black on it, sort of like a Rorschach test.

I ran out from behind the crates to find more soldier guys. One of them had a hand saw, and I tried to fight him with my bare hands. It didn't work, so I ran away from that guy and took out some other guys. Behind them were more crates, and behind the crates and to the right was a tunnel. I rushed into the tunnel and found more bad guys to take down.

Julia's probably not going to like this part, but in the tunnel there was a blonde lady, a femme fatale, in a black dress and a cartigan (strange attire combo). She was going to try to seduce me, but I turned the tables and seduced her! I ended up luring her into a shower, where I got in. I tried to get her to remove her clothes, for military purposes of course - I wanted to make sure that she wasn't armed. She must've been armed, because she wouldn't undress. I felt bad for her because she seemed really nice, like she was just some mixed up kid who was conscripted into the army as a succubus as bait for the super-spy (or super military badass, such as my dream-self). Remorse or not, she was the enemy, and she had to go! So I broke off the showerhead and started to drown her in the spray. I remember shouting "Dynamite!" as I did this and not in the Jimmie Walker way, which was disappointing.

I objected to this display and started to pull away from the dream. It worked, because I don't recall anything after this.