Right now I feel like I'm River Phoenix trying to recap the dream about starship components ln explores. This all starts around 2 a.m. starts thundering and storming real hard and my Doberman Hector has to get in my bed because he's a pathetic coward who is afraid of thunder and lightning. He's way too big for the bed and insists that he has to dominate the whole lower half so I got a jack my legs up just to be able to stretch out and fall asleep. Where to begin, it's fading fast...I suppose if there's any beginning it seems to start off with the murder mystery in the setting of some super motel/casino kind of like the Montecito from that show Las Vegas, the show I always felt was highly unrealistic by not showing casino Patriots vomiting on their shoes while sitting at the slots continuing to down hard liquor and buy chili dogs. I mean that was my glorious experience while working at a casino but I imagine Las Vegas is a little different from Illinois riverboat gambling...I can imagine it's much worse.

Anyway so apparently someone was found in this motel/casino murdered and partially devoured and this was a big deal considering we were a pretty fancy establishment and this was destined to ruin any kind of reputation we had as a voice is for the hopelessly addicted and dying elderly (I have very low opinions of casinos.) my character is a mishmash of what appears to be multiple TV characters a lot being from the aforementioned show. In true dream style I seem to be jumping from first-person the third person view as if my very entity has haunted these people and I have yet to portray myself. After what seemed like forever in dreamtime nothing happens but boring filler until like in a true cinematic style there is a cut to me walking around outside the fake Montecito when I'm kidnapped cannibalize and murdered by Pac's characters:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4110900/

Now this is new because they never dream in furry and on top of that my brain decides to get all realistic and amplify the experience by making it look and FEEL as real as my messed up imagination can possibly conjure. It was pretty awful all have to agree that one of the worst common fears among us all is to die by being eaten alive. At one moment it stopped being so first-person and I turned into more of a observer, that didn't make any easier. Kind of felt like watching a really gory scene in the movie you are okay because you knew it wasn't real but still you aren't disappointed when it finally ends.

So after that bit of nastiness I'm transported to the character of some chief of security that looks like Sam Neill and David Caruso had a love child. But oddly enough Sam Caruso and some randomly changing background characters aren't at the location of the casino/hotel anymore instead they are chilling in the bedroom of my own house. When all of a sudden a 12-year-old kicks down the bedroom door carrying a large Bowie knife and does a body splash on the character that I'm in first-person view at the moment. And he is cutting me to shit, my character can't regroup or recuperate the sudden blitz attack. This kid is fast and insanely knowledgeable with a blade I'm basically reliving my inadequacies as a wrestler, having dyslexia always interfered with effectively executing arm bars, wrist locks or any other disarming techniques. So I was always going the wrong way not being fast enough not being firm enough. Drove me crazy since it was the most important and practical use of today's martial arts. Too able to disarm someone or restrain someone from attacking you are someone else with very little energy and nothing to show in court was something I found to be more bad-ass then a perfect back spinning roundhouse kick. Anyway I'm getting off topic so the kid is stabbing the shit out of my grown man character.

My character eventually overpowers him and gets the knife away from him and throws him into what is my studio computer room and closes the door. Unfortunately this guy is surrounded by two other friends that are one of those kind of friends that you hope you never find out you have. You know the kind of friends that stand there and stare while you are getting stabbed by a 12 year old kid. Unfortunately this pint size assassin isn't giving up and burst back in the room and stabs my character in the groin with one of those giant headphone port cables, you know those headphones from like the 80s with a phone cord and gigantic stabbie looking thing.
I know a number of you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, so here's some visual aid.

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and you wanna know what's worse than getting stabbed in the groin when the thing you're getting stabbed with breaks off inside your groin so turns up kids not going to stop so my character decides to kill him, you think this would be easy since he's been such a pecker wood so far but then the realistic part of the dream shines in and ruins all the fun. Basically showing how it's not easy to kill someone with your bare hands and the fact that it's a little kid makes it worse. My character decide to just step on his throat until he stop moving. And it worked, eventually after that my character gets a phone call telling him that there's been another murder and through the magic of dreamland ease now at the casino/motel. Apparently some video game world the rules are in effect at this point because all the previous cuts and wounds are now gone and only the groin area wound remains which for some reason my character gets the bright idea of taking his pants off (not his shirt) and balls it up holding it over his groin. So yeah, classic scenario of running through a crowded building with no pants on part of the dream check. But the time the character gets to the murder scene is answer back on the wound is gone but now he seems to have trouble with the gravity would have to say this was one of my favorite parts of the dream, trying to conduct an investigation while at the same time apologizing for floating uncontrollably all over the room.

After this he gets a little weird but I'm going to have to go ahead and end it here. Its 7:40 now and I started at six I wish I was much more efficient typist because I haven't even gotten to the point where me and my dad fight redcoats down by the harbor. But if I keep trying to remember every detail it's just going to go on and on and I don't have the time.

So remember, if a cute little girl ask you "why does it rain?" make sure to respond with the question "Why does the devil beat his wife?"

Boxer

P.S.
Sweet dreams.