They were later killed when, while chasing me through one of the homes in said suburb, I tossed a fire extinguisher inside of the oven in the kitchen. Turns out that basically becomes a bomb with enough force to wipe the house off the face of the damn Earth... after just enough time for me to make it out the back door. Convenient!
Bittersweet.
Anyway, the cops pulled up right as I was leaving because someone had reported somebody having illegal drugs.
I continued to my car, but the black police officer (I don't know why he was black) told me that he would need my papers (I was apparently living in some alternate reality where you would get a document if you had never been in possession or under the influence of drugs) to let me go. I gave them to him, and he sped off because one of the guys who did have drugs was running away.
Anyway, I was driving home and I got pulled over by a different officer and he wanted my papers. I looked for them, but then had to explain to the cop that the other officer (the black one) had my papers because he was checking them and he got sidetracked chasing down a criminal.
The officer didn't really believe me, so we went to the police station (that was right down the street from my house in my dream; it's not like that in real life, it's across town) and the black officer was there and he had my papers.
I was free to go, and I don't know what happened after that.
Skaw fucked around with this message on 03-28-2007 at 11:32 PM.
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x--CBTaoO-('-'Q) :
I dreamt I was directing a theater adaptation of 300 starring the girls from customer service (I work for Best Buy), and sitting way off to the side, against the wall, at a little nightclub table, was my ex-gf, who proceeded to tell me she wanted me back.
That sounds like a movie I'd watch.
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And I was all like 'Oh yeah?' and Mortious was all like:
I had one of those awesome epic-movie dreams recently that you wake up from and think "omfg that was awesome" then forget all the details five minutes later.Bittersweet.
FTW!
They called me over and said Mark you won third place! 
I'm all what the hell whatever. I was supposed to win a prize which was some cheesy little ring, but we got kicked out of the store before I could get to it.
So we were at our old house (one before we moved last) and decided the prize must be obtained. So we went all mission impossible style into the market (with no resistance, mind you). It was way too dark to see anything and the only flashlight I had was my DS Lite. I looked under this table and found the three prize rings. (Cracker jack garbage still, mind you.) I got greedy and took all of them and we went home.
When we got home it was like midnight or 1 in the morning and my dad was like IM MAKING FRIED EGGS FOR EVERYONE. He made like 30 or 40. 
I was at home upstairs and out the door next to me I saw this giant flooding egg yolk rushing towards me from the next room (not the kitchen where my dad was making eggs, mind you) with the Easter Bunny from before riding on it with a maniacal look on his face.
And then I woke up. Mr. Gainsborough fucked around with this message on 03-29-2007 at 07:57 AM.
The funniest thing was that in my dream I watched someone get arrested and taken away in a car while I was stood a few metres away from them smoking a really big spliff.
HILARITY. leckzilla! fucked around with this message on 03-29-2007 at 10:19 AM.
That's about the only dream I can remember from the last year or so, though. My brain is boring.
I dreamed I was a S-Cry-ed character. 
My alter gave me a rocket punch. It was delightfully cheesy.
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En Garde, Monsieur leckzilla!! Them's Fightin words:
I had a dream in which a law had been passed making it illegal to eat marshmallows. It was a heavily imposed law and Persons caught and conviced with Marshmallow Possession faced prison sentences of up to TEN YEARS.
Funny, I was in the store today, saw a package of marshmallows, and thought "now who would dream of these things to be illegal? Look at them, they're so yummy!"
and then I bought them so I could make smores later on. 
