Nightmares and missed lunches.
I always get this kinda strange sleepless nights during holidays. Hmmm... its not exactly holidays yet, but yeah, I'm treating this exam period as one.
Been getting some of these horrid nightmares with weird twists to it. Especially the one that I was getting chased by hordes of aliens. No... not AH Lians... ALIENs.
These nasty buggers.
And true to the movies, I wasn't alone and which a whole bunch of people I don't know, called friends. Fortunately, for us, I was armed... with my favorite M4/M203 combination.
My one true love.
Yet, I had this strange habit of misplacing my weapon every time I needed to shoot one of those damned alien things. ARGH. Strangely, we were actually brought to this infestation via an underground shaft from a recently constructed building. In the dream, we were told they accidentally found that connection to an underground building when they were trying to expand their basement.
So happily, for no rhyme or reason I was there with a whole bunch of others, going in to "explore." In the end, we found ourselves being chased by those things, and we were running from one "lift" device to another trying to escape from those blasted things. We'd shoot them, but they just won't die. Argh.
I remember I got cornered by one of those buggers and got ripped to shreds once in the nightmare. Can't describe the feeling of conscious fear... Fortunately, the team I was with had enough data on me to reconstruct me out of this "rebirth" machines. Reminds me of Zegapain... anyways. Ya, I was still alive.
A stroke of luck, or subconscious will, we were somewhat rescued by some people (a la starship trooper?) from the future. They were well armed but still finding these nasty critters a handful. We were picked up onto their ship of some sort that floated above a city. And that was where things got really strange. I was out of bullets, and tried to load color pencils into my magazine... yes color pencils. Some were too long, some just weren't the colors I liked...
Color pencils!
A snap decision was made that I'd go down to the city below... with those alien things running around, raid a few houses and hopefully they'd carry some 5.56 ammo. Fat hope... found nothing and eventually I had to suggest to those future ppl that I borrow one of their weapons for the time being. Which strangely resembles this...
The now-cancelled XM-8.
It was a really really odd dream that felt quite real until the ridiculous color pencil part... =/ I can't remember what happened at the end of the nightmare... All I remember was a lot of fighting and 2 ppl got their heads ripped off, and I had the pleasure of giving the Aliens a taste of "lead poisoning."
listening to the rain...
12:39 AM
