...but why should I when I can just post it here? :P

My last two nights had memorable dreams, so I'll share them both with you.

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First Dream: Awesome Gun

I was a commando of some sort. One part because I was decently trained, I guess, and second part because I knew how to use this FREAKING AWESOME MACHINEGUN. It was, like... sort of a tall rectangular gun with an internal grip. So, like, sort of an arm cannon. If that makes any sense.

Using it regularly, it was a high rate of fire machinegun, but had other modes. I'd hit a switch and pull the grip partly away from the base of the gun and it extended the gun on a rail before going perpendicular
I used it when being attacked by helicopters where I went flat on my back and used that function... then when I started to fire, the recoil caused it to start spinning on the rail-extension. So, like... it started to shoot everywhere.

At a different point, I grabbed middle of the gun and turned it... down, I think, and it somehow used the existing barrel as a T-Grapling hook. Like... shooting back and forward, then sliding down the line, you know.

The stupidly awesome part was the last function. After destroying gunmen, helicopters, and other stuff, the boss came out. He came out in a tiny car, almost running me over. He said some weird one-liner like... 'Now that I have you cornered, I think I'll crush you now', and his little car turned into a robot suit. So I turned the middle of my gun upward... which opened a compartment on the inside of the end-part of the gun where I reached in with my other hand and gripped something inside, then completely turned it and pulled it apart. Both parts of the gun came apart and were, like, robot hands.

Which I used to flail around like a freaking gorilla. XP

Left hook to catch him off guard, then a left backhand and right hook, then a right backhand and left hook again. Explosive fists of explosiveness. Then my phone rang and woke me up

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Second Dream: Wheelchair Boy

I'm sure things happened before the 'start' of the dream, but I only remember it starting with myself in a wheelchair rolling on out of an apartment buildings where I apparently lived. I had my legs, and they weren't paralyzed... I had somehow got my hands on a wheelchair and out of sheer curiosity, I wanted to experience a little bit of life as if I wasn't able to walk.

I wasn't able to go down the stairs to take the subway, so I explored the local busy streets. I somehow stumbled into a new underground mall that was opening up. Among the spiffy displays that I got to play around with was a... convention of some sort. I'm not sure, but they were gathering people donations for the needy.

I was trying to make it out of there, but I turned around and this elderly woman with curly brown hair stopped me. She told me how I was a very brave man, asked me how old I was while talking to me like I was 5, and on the spot gave me a weird wallet-chain clip thing that would sound an alarm if yanked off without pushing the security button first, and a check for $200. Just like that. Because I was in a wheelchair. WTF >>

I finally got away and explored more of the mall, but before I knew it it was closing time. I started to look for a way out but then found my way to the parking lot instead. I decided to have a bit of fun and turn my wheelchair around to ride it on my knees all the way down the curving ramp.

On the way by, though, I saw this silver car being loaded in boxes. One of the people loading the boxes was the curly haired lady. ...it was just too perfect. She turned around just as I was passing by. I smiled. She looked shocked, then horrified. I waved and just kept on rolling.

Drastically quick scene change and I'm back sitting in my wheelchair at a bank... possibly to cash that check, I don't know. I hope not, since that would just be mean XP Anyhow, the bank gets robbed, and wouldn't you know it, because I'm sitting instead of dropping flat on the floor, I stick out of the crowd of hostages like a sore thumb. The bank robbers decide to have a bit of fun with me, wheeling me out near the front door and using me as a personal hostage so nobody tries to be a hero.

The police arrive and they do their little thing, asking to release the hostages. They wheel me out front and see if they could stand me up... I pretend to be able to stand, but just barely while holding onto the door rail. They laugh at me and tell me that I can go, but if I fall then they'll shoot me in the back.
I take a few very wobbly steps.
They laugh obnoxiously loud.
I wobble away faster.
They laugh frantically, keeping a close look to catch me falling down.
I break out into a full-out sprint.
Their laughter starts to die down a little.
I make a running action-hero style leap over the hood of a police car.
They stop laughing.

As I was starting to tell the police about the robbers, I woke up.

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...yeah. This is why I shouldn't have a wheelchair XD
I wouldn't mind having that awesome robot gun, though =P