Saturday, July 12, 2008

Speech Day

I don't often tell other people about my dreams, but in this case I feel the world must know.

It was sometime in the near future and the world was under the oppressive rule of a police state, bent on hunting the werewolves that apparently made up a significant portion of the population. In typical police state fashion, they also arrested a bunch of innocent people. Oddly enough, I think the punishment involved being turned into a werewolf. Also, I think prisoners were sent to an idyllic Scottish countryside. This is where I was at first, but somehow we (however "we" were) escaped and ended up in some random city (in this reality cities were just huge airport-like complexes full of frightened people and police). We were getting ice cream because, well, I don't know why. I wanted some bizarre and retarded flavor that involved real pieces of orange and, because I couldn't count money at all, ended up falling in love with the spunky (and slightly disturbed) ice-cream-girl, who told me we were in Zurich (even though she didn't know where that was) and gave me little paper squares with dots on them that suppressed my werewolfness when I ate them. Luckily, we were able to get by the guards and escape into a small lobby. We were trying to get back to Scotland (which now seems like a bad plan since it was full of werewolves) when I woke up.

I really miss her...

(also I never got my ice cream)

5 comments:

Orhan Kahn said...

How very random.

OldSchoolKlingon said...

It's got real bits of orange right in it.

The Juicy One said...

That sounds like an awesome dream and an even better mediocre summer film. Seriously, its all there.

But wait, you fell in love with the girl because you couldn't count money? God you really do have ADD in that department... lol

dr_koopon said...

Well, the whole girl thing makes sense, assuming he ordered ice cream with sprinkles.

The Juicy One said...

...

What?