I just had the most bad-ass dream ever.

[AztecWarrior]

I was in my house, along with the rest of the family. I go to my little brother's room for some reason. THERE IS A LION IN THE HALLWAY. SOME EVIL SPIRIT SUMMONED THEM! I enter the room quickly and slam the door. He is awake. The lion claws the door, nearly shattering it. I open and sprint by. Being the gun nut I am, I beeline for the safe. My other brother is trying to get one of the guns working. I grab a Glock 9mm and head outside, because there is a lion outside.

I think my mom was there, fist fighting it. I circle-strafe it while shooting in a duel straight out of the Crocodile Hunter. I killed it. Another one appeared. Repeat. He would try to claw me, but I'd backpedal and feed him two to the face.

In all I killed ten evil-spirit lions, then I ran out of ammo, but it didn't matter because the evil spirit was weak. It could only change our cat into a slightly larger version. It tried to attack me, BUT I PINNED THE FUCKER TO THE GROUND AND SNAPPED ITS NECK.

Then I went inside, triumphant. My dad was on the computer in the room with the safe, calmly browsing while this had happened. We heard a bigass jet coming down.

"That's the sound of a kamikaze. It's coming for us."

I rush outside of the house again, ready to beat the crap out of whatever's coming. There is the sound of an explosion, medium loudness. Then some evil wizard who I can't see tells me that he just nuked the entire area.

No flash, no shock wave, NOTHING. This was supposed to be directly above us, too.

I run back in the house, fearing radiation.

Then I woke up.

[xmodum]

WTF are you smokin?

[Mr1337Duck]

Holy Shit! That's what I call:
REAL ULTIMATE POWER!

[Black]

*note for aztec* Stop smoking the reefer before going to bed mkay?

[Sputty]

Your mom is cool. Fist fighting a lion...

[UncleDynamite]

Evil spirit lions with huge ass claws and teeth, and you down them with a 9mm pistol? If only that was possible in real life...

[SecondRaven]

Ya thats not somewhat scary

[Onizuka]

dude Awesome! I've never had a dream that takes place in my house...just like some house thats kind of the same.

I remember a dream from like 4, when I had to run around and collect all my mom's internal organs before a timer ran out and she died..and the lady at the counter wouldnt help. I never forgot that dream, because the last piece left was the lungs...and my mom smokes.

[Retroactive]

:doh:

[Neon Apocalypse]

:scared:

[Kaikou]

Are you the guy that was talking about you and your friends like to aim guns at each other and gave that really weird description on how you popped a bullet out of a clip and caught it in mid air etc etc? If so you really need to cool down on the gun stuff because you sound a bit *too* obsessed with them...

If not then that's a pretty weird dream...

I'd talk about one of mine but it'd probably scare people from the sheer randomness it contains...

[Zodiac]

I never remember my dreams.

[Sputty]

I never remember my dreams.
That's because I wipe them from your memory..
Err..I mean...
..What's that over there?
/me puts a large metallic ringover Zod's head and makes a large buzzing noise.

[TheRegurgitator]

I always have weird dreams like the one where I was riding my bicycle on the train trakcs toward a train. A lot of my dreams have killer housecats trying to kill me. I like to rip their lower jaw off. Then I had one about the neighbors evil looking dog who chased me to someone elses house and i locked the door. It stood up and smashed its hand through the window and opened the door and chased me into the back yard.

[ZionsFire]

Damn, you people actually have dreams that make sense.

[Onizuka-GTO]

i don't dream much these days, just sleep, then wake up....

:rolleyes:

[AztecWarrior]

Neither do I. This is why I am convinced that this is the best dream ever.

[Onizuka-GTO]

ah. you have a point. :rolleyes:

[Searo]

My dreams are always really wierd and I only remember fragments.

My most vivid dream (nightmare) was that I dreamed my friend was having an operation, and me, another friend, and his parents were there.

First, he took a huge blunt syringe full of yellow stuff, gave it to my friend and told him to start jamming it into his leg. It made huge golf ball sized holes full of the yellow stuff.

Then, he operated on my friend and the room was all dark. The doctor cut through something with a snap, paused, and then spoke.

"Whoops, that was a mistake, operation's over, the patient didn't survive."

Then I woke up, sweating.