I want to be a Squid killing Russian soldier
I had a dream that I wanted to become a rogue Russian soldier.
So I packed my gear and grabbed a rifle then ran into the forest behind our house until I found train tracks and followed them. Eventually the day turned to night and the frequency of passing trains increased. For every passing train I would run to the side of the tracks and take cover under the brush.
Eventually I came to a split in the tracks, I had no idea which path to take so I backtracked to find another way. Down the way I found a door and heard laughter and saw light emerging through the edges of the door. So I opened it up and hopped right in.
It was my brother and some of his friends. Apparently he owned some sort of weapons shop and this was it. I asked him if he had anything I could use and he showed me some sort of contraption.
It was a crossbow that fired sticks of dynamite. He demonstrated that the bolts were waterproof and only exploded upon direct impact due to a clever use of nitroglycerin. I bought it from him and a couple packs of the bolts and went back to our house, my brother followed.
When we finally arrived home our mother was waiting. She wanted to know where we were and what we were doing. I told her I wanted to go camping. Instead of getting angry she decided we should all go camping.
So the next day she packed her bags and walked along the tracks until the split. This time, we followed the path on the right until we came across a lake. The lake was the size of several football fields, fairly clear, and somewhat cool. My brother and mom decided to hop in. I was hesitant to join them as I saw some sort of movement in the water.
I was right to wait as there was a giant squid in the water. I grabbed the crossbow and readied one of the explosive bolts.
The squid continued to jump in and out of the water, slowly making its way to me on the shore. Then as it jumped into the water I fired the bolt and saw it sail into the squid’s mouth. Moments later, it exploded and chunks of the squid littered the sky.
I should have requested a stronger painkiller. The one I currently have simply doesn’t cut it.
Holy fucking yes.
All Bs and As this semester!
And got my toes fixed.
I had a dream where I was afflicted with a condition that made me as brittle as balsa wood. Literally if you bumped into me my arm would just fall off. I could also be boiled down in peanut oil and remade, so I guess it wasn’t all bad.
Then I went into my living room to find Notch, the creator of Minecraft, on my couch who suggested I try displacement surgery (I have no clue what he meant by that), I hugged him and thanked him for that thought.
So I took my cat to an open field and tried getting it to climb trees. After about an hour of that I brought my cat home. I then began staring at spiders for a few hours.
I then found a massive slug, I watched it slowly move across the surface of pavement on our driveway. After 30 minutes of this I grabbed some salt and poured the rocky acid all over the slug and watched it writhe with pain for a few moments.
Then I woke up with a cat on my arm.
