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Two dreams for the price of one!

So I just had 2 dreams. I know for most people it’s not a big deal to dream, but I do it so rarely that it’s like going to Disney World.
Dream One
It started off at my Dad’s old house. I came down the stairs from the bedroom (I guess I was still living there at the time) and my Dad was sitting at a table talking to a man. He introduced the man as Guy Fawkes. I commented “Well don’t try to blow up this place, won’t do you any good”. And my Dad just shot me daggers, as though he didn’t get it and the man just looked puzzled. They then went on to tell me that we’re going to Jamaica, as they have something they need to take care of.

On the way there, I ended up losing my laptop bag in the airport, so I have no laptop/phone/ipod/etc so I’m completely cut off from pretty much everything else now. We got to the hotel and it was strange, 4 rooms shared 1toilet/sink, but had seperate showers. In fact, the door that leads to the toilet was at the back of the shower. Odd, I know.

So myself, my father and Guy Fawkes were in a jeep on the shoreline driving somewhere and one of our tires blew out. Instantly, the two of them pulled hand guns out and ducked down as a bullet went wizzing by my head. The only thing I could say was “The fuck?!” They gave me a hand gun and told me they had some people that needed to be taken care of. The next thing I know I’m in the jungle taking out rebels with a machine gun.
Then I woke up.
End of Dream One

So while I was awake I got a drink, munched on some french fries and stuff, and went back to sleep.

Dream Two
I was walking through a sub-division with Cheryl heading to my apartment. The sub-division was one that I used to go trick-or-treating in when I was younger, and isn’t even in the same province as where I currently live. On the way we passed a bus stop (which was taken from beside my father’s old house. That’s 3 mis-matched locations so far). Sitting in the grass beside this bus stop was a black bag, but nobody was around. As I got closer I could see the Roots logo on it, it was my laptop bag. I checked it out and it looked like everything was there, including for some reason a palm leaf. I shook off the confusion, picked it up and carried on my way.

When we got back to the apartment building, Cheryl said she was having some friends over and I should stop by. I told her I might, but not to wait up. That being said, we went our seperate ways. A while later there was banging at my door, it was Cheryl and Jaimie. They told me to stop being a nerd and come over. I told them I’d rather not, and they told me they had strippers. Calling them on it, they said they’d give me $100 if they didn’t. So given the situation that I either get to see boobs or bills, I went over. Well, there were no strippers, but a group of people. Some friends, some family and some ex-girlfriends. I turn to leave, but they locked the door. “It’s an intervention. You need help” they tell me. When I ask to what they say “Your life is fucked up, you need to be like us, you’re too weird.”

I try to leave again, and they bring out ropes, tape and a cattle prod. Like that was going to happen? I change into a beast resembling Sabertooth from the classic X-Men. The next thing I know the apartment is filled with blood and there are no bodies around.
Then I wake up.
End of Dream Two

So yeah, I find it strange that the two dreams were linked through the laptop bag. I’ve never had a dreams before that actually related to another dream. I also killed a lot, but I got to see palm trees (I love palm trees) so they were pretty good dreams. Anyway, that is all.