Two Dreams in a Night.

Or rather, one morning. These were a few I managed to get before heading off to school. I originally was going to put three dreams, but there really are only shreds of the first dream anymore that I'm really not sure what all can be said about it.


-There is a woman that ran for a particular position of power. I can't remember what it was, but she was a public figure, and had a lot of influence in the community.

She was also an ex-superhero named The Angel. She obviously gained the position based on all of the good works she had done. Clearly. Except for the fact that her real superpower was the power of persuasion, and she was actually really fucking evil.

So, I was sneaking into the company she ran, to dig up dirt on her. The building was huge. At one point, I attracted the attention of a security guard, who began to chase me. I rounded a corner inside the building, and hid in a closet of sorts, with a stairway in it. I hid under the stairway, and he came in and completely missed me. I kind of wish this one lasted longer, as I'm curious as to which directions it could've taken.





-I snuck up on a couple of racists that were shooting minorities with high-powered sniper rifles from the inside of a warehouse. I came up behind them and reached for one of their guns that was lying on the ground.

  "Hey!" one of them yelled at me, "What are you doin', touching my gun?!"
 "I uh..." I began, adopting a quick Southern drawl, "Sorry, feller, I jus' dun wanted to shoot mahself a nigger too."

Somehow, they managed to see right through my lie. They tied me up and hung me from the wall by a hook. Several hours passed and I regained consciousness. I looked down at them, and their girlfriends were suddenly there. One of them looked up at me and seemed genuinely concerned.

"Aw, are those ropes too tight?" she asked.
"No, ma'am, they're actually quite comfortable." I lied.
"Aww, wook at da widdle baby, twyin to hold back his teaws." she shouted mockingly. She then wrapped her arms around her racist boyfriend and went in for a kiss.

I began to get pissed at her mockery, and I began to rapidly notice that the idiots that tied me up had somehow left a good amount of the rope around their chairs...and there was a rafter within jumping distance. Feeling a little crazy, I flipped the weight of my body over the rafter, and the ropes tightened around their chairs and pulled them up so quickly that they hit their heads against the rafters. The strings fell loose from me.

The girls freaked out at me, and one attempted to hit me with a baseball bat. I dodged out of the way, and the bat hit her friend's neck. She began to cough up copious amounts of blood, and I got away.


The weird thing about these dreams is that I remember the room layouts and the architecture. I remember what the people looked and sounded like. This is actually kind of a rare occurrence for me, but then so is having multiple dreams in a night.