Strange dream.

So I just woke up from one of my overly detailed, disturbing dreams. I get one like every six months.

I don't remember how it began. But I was tied, gagged, and blindfolded (not in the sexy way!) and thrown into a pile of other bodies. I managed to lift the blindfold up a bit and saw that everyone else was the same way, bound and blindfolded. I also saw there were 5 or 6 guys in trench coats and sunglasses, wielding M16's. We were all being taken in groups of four into a room where they were going to kill us. I don't know how. I remember thinking, "This is it, I'm going to die".
I saw one of the guys approaching us, so I fixed my blindfold and waited. A couple people around me were pulled away, and I was next. I spit the gag out somehow (apparently I'm an escape artist in my dreams) and asked the guy dragging us into the next room if I could use the bathroom. I don't know why I asked that. The guy looked at me funny, and I said, "If I'm going to die, I'd like to use the bathroom one last time". The guy nodded and pushed me towards another door. It was a small, poorly lit bathroom with candles on the walls and two stalls. I went into the corner and started having a mental breakdown.
I noticed there was four other people in there. A girl with black hair, a really tall blonde skinny girl, an overweight guy, and some nerdy looking guy with glasses. The blonde girl, for whatever reason, was looking into the mirror and doing her hair. The other three looked just as scared as I did. I motioned to them and we came up with a plan to take out the guards in the hallway. The blonde girl shrieked at the top of her lungs to alert the guards. Two came in and we beat the shit out of them. The one me and the blonde girl were working on was pretty entertaining. We smashed his head against the sink like five times. Part of the radiator was coming off, so I pulled at it hard and used it to beat him further. The other three took out the other guard, and we made our way into the hallway. We started untying people and taking out all the guards. I remember saying, "There's more of us than there are of them!" I'm so cool.
We finally made it outside. People were praising the lord and all that. We got bombarded with news people and then I woke up.

Just felt like writing about that.

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What the fuck do I want anymore?