So I just had a weird dream that I was mixed in with illegal arms trafficking. It started out with me just assisting here and there with the weapons before one time going to actual firing in some recovery mission to actually trying to collect weapons from an oil rig.

Anyway, it continued on and I remember I was back "home" and we were just chilling out when one of my friends, who's sorta a side part in this whole thing comes in with a set of papers on things I did in the trade. "They want you out," he told me. The papers he showed were to signify what was going on, to a degree.

So I know the papers have to be destroyed, gone. My only thing to think of is shredding them, at my Best Buy. So I go out to my car (it's dark presently). As I approach, I notice pieces of my car's interior on the ground, namely the part where my sunglasses are stored above the console on the ceiling of the car. First I'm afraid that my car is boobytrapped to explode, so I walk away a good distance and throw the binder of papers at it. Nothing happens so I continue up and realize: whoever wants me out is trying to make it so the police will find "hidden" papers, and I walked in halfway through the operation of inserting them.

I pull the extra parts in with me and fish around them to remove the extra documents that had been put in those places, namely a packet hidden behind that sunglass holder thing. One of my other good friends, wanting me out of this situation, follows me and we get in the car to drive. As we get in, I see a car made to look like a dumpster pull in. Don't ask why but it was supposedly in my mind where my antagonist was. I sped as fast as I could out into the street and went around several side roads in this city I've never been in IRL to get to my dad's office.

Now, somehow is office is part of some science place that I was part of a science experiment from, and I saw myself as my dragon self, scales and tail and all, still not sure about the documents. And this is where it becomes retarded: my nemisis is a mewtwo. o_O

Somehow my brain made it all out kinda nifty, and a researcher lady who was there wanted to help me against my emo nemisis ex-friend who I wanted to be friends with again. Actually I think it was more than friends or something, but the dream sorta ended right after having some blood drawn by this lady for her to examine to help find out if they did anything else weird to me or what abilities I had I knew not of.