Dream

[happyfish]

I had this kickass dream last night. Of course, it's five in the evening, so my chances of writing it down completely are pretty much shot, but I want to try anyway.

  
It was one of those weird ones where there's different outcomes to the same event. Like, something will happen, and then the dream will go back to the same thing that started it all, and then something different would happen.

The main event was a sleepover.

Three of us were there: me, Caro and Mik. We'd picked Mik up at her dad's house, and she ran out dragging a bag and a sleeping bag. The sleepover was for two days, by a lake that later changed into a river. Mik didn't want to do anything. She lay in the river on an inflatable boat and talked about how she needed a break. I grabbed her arm and tried to make her come out of the water. She was stuck, or something. I had this thought about arms of steel or something.

Then these guys came down through the roof and started shooting things with machine guns. They were trying to steal these painting hanging on the walls, because apparently we were camping/having a sleep-over in a very large gallery with a river flowing through it. This is when in started breaking up. The first time, Mik and Caro got shot and died, or something. Though Mik may have just disappeared randomly like people in dreams have a tendency to do. And the theives on the walls brought down chains to attach to the paintings they were trying to steal and bring them up through a hole in the roof. Remus came and comforted me, because my friends were dead. And not in that way either, Caro. *shakes head*

In another version, I dove under the water to get away from the flying bullets and swam away. I didn't get shot, even when I came up for air. When I was on the other side of the room I either ran to get the lady who owned the house and tell her about the theives, or I hid in a corner behind a white box. Remus was in the other corner, but I don't think he was really doing anything. Just, you know, sitting in the corner. A black-haired man caught me then. He was with the theives. He didn't kill me, though. He tied me to one of the chains and I was lifted through the hole in the roof, where a skinny, brown, twisted man talked to me.

I don't remember how it ended. Knowing the nature of dreams, it probably didn't.

 I don't know if anyone is going to be able to understand that, but I feel like writing it down.