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NPOTD | by mekkanik_mike | 2001-11-09 00:48:48 |
| Well, a few.. but this is my most recent... |
by ChicoScience |
2001-11-09 08:07:09 |
Now, if you want crazy (but not sexual)... this is it.
This is the only dream I remember in the recent months. I usually don't get REM sleep...
I was at a rave at a shopping mall. At some point, the whole thing got broken up by the police and they were trying to shoo us all away. Well, I (sober, in my dream at least) figured I have my right to free speech and decided to give the police some choice words. Well, before long, I was in handcuffs in the back of a police cruiser. And I needed to urinate something fierce. So, the officer released me to go back inside and go to the bathroom. Somehow, at this point some street thugs (not terrorists) take this rave/mall hostage, kililng a couple of police officers and holding some of the stragglers captive. Eventually some guy finds me, still urinating, in the bathroom and then drags me out to join the rest of the hostages.
Eventually the goons decide they're hungry. So we take a trip to the supermarket. Which was in the mall. And full staffed by people who seem to think this is entirely normal... While shopping for food, I'm talking to a friend and decide we need to do something. So after the shopping trip, I convince the thug leader that I need to get something from my lab. Yep, don't ask me.. but somehow my lab was located on the second floor of this shopping mall. So I go up to the lab, fake getting something (cuz of the closed circuit cameras...which I've never actually had in a lab)... then walk back down the halls... Then when the cameras aren't looking, I duck back into my lab.
Now here comes the MacGuyver part. I start rummaging around my lab trying to find stuff. Suddenly there's a knock at the door of my lab and I realize the thugs have caught on.. So I run back to the door and block the door from opening by putting my foot in front of it (you know how if you have sneakers you can keep a door from opening based on the friction between the soles and tile floors? well.. I did that). Meanwhile, conveniently located within arms reach of me... Dozens of squirt bottles of caustic chemicals.. Phenol, chlorophorm, NaOH, H2SO4, etc. So I open up the door and squirt.. close the door again. Keep repeating this process hosing down thug after thug with nasty chemicals... Then I open up the door and a big guy with a molotov cocktail yells, "I'm sure a whole lotta stuff in there is flammable.."
At this point, I charge with a bottle in hand and wake up.
Strange huh?
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