Monday, August 31, 2015
the volcanos' Clone
I dreamed I took a trip out of the country, I don't know where or for what reason. I was in a hotel room, it was very tiny. There was no restroom, and I decided to go and find it so I know where it is. The hallways were tiny, they seemed to get smaller and smaller till I had to walk sideways through them. I was dragging something against the walls, I look down and I was wearing a bulky gun belt with an M9 and spare magazines. I thought "what the hell do I need this for?", went back to my room and left it there. I found the restroom finally, it was next to a huge winding staircase. I went up and it opened up into a courtroom, there was a judge sitting at the stand, he was eating breakfast. I thought wow it's early, I should be getting ready. I was about to walk back to my room when I saw a friend, he said the sun is gonna rise over this expired volcano, and that I should take some pictures. We walked back to the courtroom, where there was a huge window. My friend is Canadian, and has a thick French accent. He jokingly screams "Are you ready for the glory?! Let's GO!!!". The sun rose behind what looked like a clone of Shiprock rock, it was confusing. I took some pictures and thought "no one's gonna believe I was out of the country when all the pictures I took look like home." Then the judge asked us why we weren't armed, that today we were to fight. That's all I remember.
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