And what a vivid dream it was.
Last night involved multiple dream sequences, two of which I remember very vividly, meaning that I must have had some control over them.
The first one was weird, and I don’t necessarily want to share it, due to it’s upsetting nature. Or at least, someone might find it upsetting. The second that I remember vividly was pretty freakin sweet.
It started out as I went to a movie theater to see this movie about a character I had created years ago, we’ll call him, idk, Craig (I never came up with a fitting name for him all those years ago, so I only know him by looks). Anyways, the movie began with Craig and his friend discussing a developing socialist party in Russia that needed funding to overthrow the current Russian government, and being that Craig is supposed to be from Russia and is also socialist, this was a big deal for him.
He and his friend, we’ll call him Johnny, as he too has no memorable name from my dream, were by a pool discussing an epic bank robbery to support this movement in Russia. As they were planning this, the American government was talking with a high up official in the Russian government about suppressing the rise of socialism and arms treaties and the like. They had him on video chat, as I recall, but he was unaware, so he was making a fool of himself on camera because he thought that he could only hear his voice, not actually see him. Swearing in Russian as he tripped over some cables, the Americans wondered if this was the right man for the job.
Fast forward to the actual bank robbery, because the rest didn’t stick inside my head, and we find Craig and Johnny and a small team in a very heated gunfight, shit was blowing up and people were getting shot left and right, shit was bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
After the smoke cleared and the gunshots stopped, the only two remaining were Craig and Johnny, who was wounded, but not too severely. Craig grabbed the money and loaded it into the getaway van and the two returned to Craig’s hide out to stash the cash.
Fast forward a few months.
Craig had unloaded the money to the Russian socialist movement, and was placed on America’s most wanted list, so he was dodging the government as best he could. As he walked from a city square back to the hilltop overlooking an ocean to his van, he noticed it was gone. It had been moved by someone.
Suspicious, he looked down the hill and saw the van, doors wide open, sitting on a dirt road.
At that time, he received a call from Johnny, who requested his presence at the city square that Craig had just left. Craig graciously accepted, as he did not want to be anywhere near the van that had been ransacked and left as bait.
When Craig met up with Johnny, they went into a comic shop, for whatever reason, and the men at the counter perked up when they entered. Craig found it odd, but said nothing, as Johnny seemed calm.
As Craig was browsing the comics, Johnny began a conversation with the clerks. The smaller, skinnier clerk pulled out a pistol and began opening fire on Craig. Luckily for Craig, this clerk was a bad shot and missed him the first time.
The clerk jumped over the counter to get closer to Craig, who pulled down a glass display case on top of the clerk as he came closer. The clerk began to shoot aimlessly as this heavy case came tumbling down on him, hitting Johnny in the leg and killing the other clerk. Craig broke the glass on the case and grabbed a large shard, plunging it deep into the clerks neck. As he was dying, he fired off the rest of his rounds, missing Craig entirely.
Startled and bewildered by the events that had just unfolded, Craig and Johnny escaped through a series of tunnels underneath the city square.
The two agreed to split up and Craig went north as Johnny went south.
As he was fleeing through the tunnels, Craig began to notice that all the exits were blocked, except for one. It all seemed too suspicious to be chance, and upon exiting, he was confronted by Marilyn Manson (strangely enough) who had control of a giant snake.
At that moment, Craig received a call on his phone from Johnny.
Johnny had sold him out to the american government to spare himself, and Manson was contracted to capture and kill Craig.
Outraged and out gunned, it looked as if it was the end for Craig.
From atop a building, Asar (Stephen’s character, who is a bad ass) jumped down and assisted Craig in this battle. Escaping with their lives, Asar and Craig began a quest to Alaska, so that Craig could get back to Russia, where he was accepted as a hero of the state, and along the way the two were being chased by Manson, desperate for revenge, and the government, eager to capture the fugitive Craig.
The end never really played out because I got a text from Katie about my birthday, so yeah.
I know this story seems a little juvenile, and maybe it is, but it was a sweet dream to experience and it’s one that I won’t forget for a long time.
Not my best writing, but I’m trying to remember as much as I can without interrupting the flow.