I had a dream that had a vauge resemblence to L4D but it was all virtual reality, then I woke up(not for real, but in the dream) and I was a citizen in City 17, I went to the manhack arcade and then woke up.
I had a dream where I was stuck on the island from LOST. Everyone kept babbling and the only one who made sense was Hurley.
That’s one more person than in the actual show then.
I had a dream with a girl that I hate.
Curiously, it was in 3rd person (90% of my dreams are like that - third person) and I’m talking to her at my room
Don’t know what was talking about, but only remember that I said “I’ve completed my part. It’s your time to fullfill your part of the bargain”
Really, I don’t like her. But there, suddenly, I start to kiss and to touch her in my bedroom. Then, everything fades to black.
The next part I was in some sort of a military bunker that was being destroyed really nice (I could feel the air being distorted by the bullets, which were being guided by light rays) and I remeber screamming about something don’t working.
Then, I woke up.
I had a dream today that I had 60$ in my pocket plus I found a kickass swiss army knife with tiny built-in crowbar but I woke up and I only have 30$ and my usual boring pocket knife… 
I dreamt that I had something installed that fucked up my browser. I went to uninstall it, when suddenly I zoomed in on a satellite image and the coolest game ever commenced.
Okay so here am I on the main street of my city, and there is a bakery on the right-side (which doesn’t even exist IRL). So I come in to get myself a bun.
And so there is some wigger/wanksta sporting a red cap and some large biceps (no sleeves). So take a bun, that wigger tries to wrest it from my hand. I’m like, “WTF get the fuck out faggot”.
So I pay for a bun, move towards the exit, but that wigga tries to pull his weird shit on me again. Now though, he starts tearing large chunks from the bun and putting them in his mouth. So I wrestle him and manage to stretch him to the ground, even though he has considerably better physique than me. Then I put a knee on his chest and start to punch him with my right hand, while holding a bun in the left. But I can’t throw a decent punch, the angle is uncomfortable, cannot put enough power into my fist. And that fucker continues to to tear and eat chunks from my bun!! When the last chunk is already sticking from his mouth, I start to hammer it in his throat with my fist, then everything goes black…
Now, I’m standing in front of a DJ set - a row of speakers, turntables, mixers, CDJs…
Blue and pink lights, behind me is a raving crowd, further I front of me, behind the set - THAT WIGGER.
Enraged, I start to pick the equipment up, tearing the cables out and throwing it in the crowd. First, a speaker goes and hits someone on the head - they look at me like, WTF, and continue to rave. I proceed at throwing, but the row of equipment DOESN’T SEEM TO END. Infinite turntables, CDJs, mixers. I tear, throw, rage, tear, throw… that doesn’t seem to have an end…
And then I wake the fuck up.
You were living the life of your pic.
But with more buns.
The only question I have is: Why the fuck where you going for the DJ set when you could’ve killed the wigga?
Don’t really know, but I remember that there was a considerable amount of space between the table and him (he was freaking out and jumping near the curtains), plus, all the equipment was at my neck level. So I guess I just spilled all my rage on the things I could reach.
Well, that is one way to solve your RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Well, I was pretty fucking pissed off. Motherfucker ATE MAH BUN!
Must have been a pretty great bun.
Yeah, with jam and shit, 'licious
Was it a scone? If so /patriotism.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm scones. Goddamn people on these forums making mah hungry!
Nah, more like these, but with jam instead of cinnamon:
So easy to tear chunks from.
Jam instead of cinnamon makes those infinitely more tasty.
yes
drools