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[COLOR=#ff0000]I had one of those weird dreams today where everything felt like real life, though it is impossible. When I awoke, I was so surprised that none of it really happened.
Anyway, this will give you some insight into my broken mind and how deluded and video game influenced it is.

I'll piece together the scraps here.

I was playing something like Warcraft 2. I had an aerial view, and I think that it was all fun and games, but there was definitely some sort of desperacy to it. It was a team game, and some stranger was helping me. I was trying to manage the gold income and getting some transports out across a narrow strait. I had done some light recon (initially, I tried to spell this word out, but I can't get it right), and we could tell where to land the transporters.
Unfortunately, I neglected to notice the enemy ballista near where I was loading my transporters, and the thing sank them in the water from across a narrow channel. My friend got mad, and he wanted to cheat through the level, so he asked me if I knew any speed codes I did and I told him.
Everything went white and he coded up our world.
So then, when we had the speed codes, I ran down to my castle (this is when I lost aerial view) and realized that it was far away from the gold, and we wouldn't have enough money to relaunch our attack in the brief time we were giving ourselves due to the speed.
I also realized that our enemies had more than enough resources, and no sonner had I wished that this was Starcraft and I could just float the castle closer to the gold mines then did my enemies begin to storm and swarm the beach. (They had speed code too).

I ran into the castle, and that's when "tit got real." No more cartoons. The place was total pandemonium. It was like the old apartment complex, and my house was down a complicated hallway on the second floor. Second floor, although the room was 183 (it was 1?3. I think the middle number was 8. I could be wrong). I ran up to the apartment, sneaking past enemy soldiers who were killing my peeps, but the whole world had changed from any kind of fantasy WC2 setting. Everybody was urban, and the invaders were wearing denim, wifebeaters etc. They had knives and guns. So I hid around the corner and watched as the baddesd mother of them all happened to be raiding my apartment. He looked South American. Mildly dark skinned. Real short hair. Through my natural omniscient knowledge that I acquired through the dream, I knew that there was only one fight I would lose. Only one bullet that would make it into my brain, and it was his.
He was taking some whore into my apartment, so I knew that it was my opportunity to strike.
I ran downstairs. The downstairs had now morphed into the bottom floor of Building 2 at the local community college. There were ferocious wolf-dogs of sorts patrolling the hallways and building entrances. Most of the people were backed against the wall. I saw my parents helplessly waiting, sitting on a bench near the library. That was unacceptable. In one of those rare action/success sequences that probably occurs when I become temporarily lucid (or something like it. I was totally convinced that this was the world I lived in.), I charged out into a mess of about 3 dogs and kicked their mangy asses with my bare hands.
What? You don't kick with your hands?
Covered in scratches and with the dogs retreating, I felt my side for my .32. Suddenly, I decided that I wasn't going to save the people in the library. My parents were hostages, and everybody around needed some help, but I had to go after the big fish first. If I saved everybody and was then killed by him, nothing would matter. I had to take him out.
So I ran upstairs and ended up at room 076. The staircases and the apartment maze was becoming more confusing. As I chugged up a new flight of stairs, there were suddenly lots of people running up with me. I could hardly get through the angry mob of baseball bat wielding maniacs. They were going to rise up and help me retake the castle/apartment maze/building 2 at the local community college. I came up to my apartment, where I assumed my nemesis was inside. I pulled out my gun. I knew I was going to lose the gunfight. I wasn't that good of a shot anyway. And I didn't want to shoot the girl either. She was my girlfriend. I don't think that understanding was clear to me before, but this asshole was, at this point in my dream, in my apartment sleeping with a whore who is my girlfriend.
The door opened, and I entered, guns blazing. Miss.
There's an argument behind me. Well, it isn't really an argument. Somebody is apologizing. There is a fellow, kindly looking, apologizing for using some sort of computerized chess device that belonged to a girl. The moment I turned around, the walls turned blue, and all the furniture is white marble. Although the conversation is sudden, I do recall driving down a windy road full of hills in the nighttime. Some of the other drivers were morons,and they couldn't handle going over the steep hills in the dark and kept slowing down.
So, apparently, the guy was going on about some mistake he made. I can't remember it exactly, but it was clear that he was unable to use the machine. Oh blast! I don't recall exactly how it worked. I think it was the girl's mom's birthday, and somehow the chess gift present was ruined and the boy had lost a game. The mother was this hot older broad in a slim black dress sitting in a round white chair at a glass table, and she apologized to me, and I couldn;t tell whether to hit on her or her daughter, but I think I said something to her daughter as she and the boy and I walked to the bus station. We got on the bus, and as we reached the back in search of a seat- There! in the back seat of the bus, on white leather seats, dressed in denim and black leather, was my nemesis from the other segment of the dream.
The boy I was with asked, "Do we kill him?"
The answer was a laughing "No! Of course not!"
But he threw a knife at the guy anyway, and missed. We all started laughing.
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Then the alarm went nuts, and I sat up. I gotta go to the college today, first time long time. Building 2. Gotta encounter a man from my past, but this guy is big and black and his persuasion skill is totally maxed out. So that may be one of the things that could've influenced my dream.

But it's so violent.

Another weird thing about this dream is the way I transitioned to the blue wall.white marble scene. I very frequently have violent dreams, and I almost always die. When I charge ascross a threshhold or onto a room (or somebody chargexs into mine, especially when there's a lot of darkness (my aprtment was dark), I get killed. Usually that teleports me to somewhere else amid a new dream or else I wake up mid-shuryuken. So it is very strange that I wasn't killed, if I analyze patterns of my dreams.

[spoiler]Red is the best color for when I cut/paste and end up with shadow letters, I think.

Double checking, I apologize to anybody who uses Under the Sea or Baloki's Technicolor Nightmare[/spoiler][/COLOR]