I'm just recording my wild dreams. :D
In the dream, I'm apparently a guy. And was rich. So I bought these megaman type cannon arm gun things. And the ones I had were really cool, they're like black and white and shiny. And I hid them in my trench coat... which is really imposible since they're the huge bazooka type. So I ran away from home and I drove to somewhere in 1900's Texas. Back when they had log cabins everywhere. And I shot down a mafia man. Or a farmer. Or both. And then I realized that my favorite gun bazooka was also a sniper rifle thing. Then I found out that my next target was at some lecture hall. So I went there, and everything was really fancy, and peachy pink marble was everywhere. And I was in the back, the group of old fat men in suits and ladies with pearls were in front on a stage, and they were accepting some kind of award. Then I found out(more like realized) I had a daughter, and she was suddenly there. And she wanted to snipe them, so I let her. And then I was in her body, and I missed, and they realized I was there, so they ran towards me. And I was pushed into a section that was there for quilts...(don't ask me, I have no idea why it's there) by an employee... who apparently supported me. And he took the blame. And was killed, and they found me, and then I realized they were my family, and they assumed I was kidnapped, so they let me go.
Then there was something about going into my grandparent's old room, and then there was a bigger part of the dream in a futuristic city with a bridge. I was sniping a part of the bridge that held the pillars up(those stringy things).
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