Another dream, wow.

There was another blackout. Except someting went wrong with this one. I was in some sort of boarding place, I’m sure why exactly. I kept saying we had to get out, but these counslers said no, we couldn’t leave. Upstairs I went to my “room”, which looked exactly like the one I had at home but the old way, with my bed on the left instead of the right. I started grabbing important things. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. My blanket. Mongoose. My Hide plushies and sunglasses. I crammed them into my backpack, then came back downstairs. Everyone had left. The counslers were scared of what the “boss” would say. And then the hospital next to us started exploding.

There were 2 other people besides me, they were younger. We started running Running up a dirt path as the hospital rained fire and exploded.

I can’t remember the details, but this started a war. The war was for controll of the country, and there were two sides. One side was controlled by a very rich, intelligent, ruthless, power hungry old man. No one really knew his motives. And then there was my side. We were controlled by a sweet, kind, old man who really didn’t have any concept of war. We just knew that all hell would break lose if he died. And it would be very bad if the other man won.

For some reason my haus was some sort of base. Ninjas from the other guy kept showing up, trying to take us out. Make it more difficult for us. And for some reason, I came to be the one that defended. At the most, 20 people would come at me all at once. And I would fight them all. And I would win. Especially if I had a boa. And sometimes the ninjas would decide to join our side. But some of them were truely devoted to the other man.

For some reason, my parents decided it would be a good idea to have a party at our haus. There was a lot of family downstairs, and every once in a while I’d check upstairs and there would be the ninjas, in my room trying to steal my boa, because their leader had decided the source of my skill came from my boa specifically. Unfortunately for him, his soldiers were too embarrassed to tell him that even when I grabbed on of their boas I kicked their asses. So I had to take them out. After the party, one of the computer intelligent guys came into my room. Apparently the ninjas had installed something on my computer since they were so sure they’d defeat me. A sort of map that showed what areas belonged to who. “Wow, he’s really owning.” I commented. More than half of Florida belonged to him. “Yea…” the guy agreed. “We really ought to organize a trip down there so we can help the cities he’s hurting,” I said. “But if you went, then who would keep us safe?”

My dream cut to the old man. He was picking people to attack. He scanned over my town, and his face appeared where it said “Inhabited by”. “Interesting,” he chuckled. “I’ll save this place for last.” He settled on a rich couple, the husband was a pollitician. They were having a dinner party. All the people had some sort of problem that could result in vomiting. He, using the computer, caused them all to vomit to death.

Then I woke up.