Craazy dream.
After skating on ice skates around in the gymnasium at my old high school, I took my skates off and started walking out the door with a group of kids, when a huge group of old people surrounded me. One of the old men appeared to be crazy, and he hugged me really hard then tried to kiss me. I got out of there quick, but not before I realized that he had broken my glasses.
Since my glasses are still relatively new, I thought I could just return them for a new pair, so I headed out on the road to exchange them. I got hungry along the way, so I thought I should stop and get some food. I drove the McDonalds parking lot and followed another car through what I thought was the drive through lane, and was followed by 5 or 6 other cars. Shortly there after, I realized that it wasn’t the drive through lane, but it was a sidewalk to the upper deck eating area. The real drive through was down below. As we all tried to back out, without plummeting over the edge, the car in front of me accelerated in reverse right into me, and knocked me over the ledge. My car landed upside down on top of another car, and I was rushed away in an ambulance.
In the ambulance, the paramedic told me that I wasn’t being taken to the hospital, but instead, I was being taken to a factory to work as part of a summer internship. I reluctantly agreed.
I had a quick vision of a sinister looking man, creating some sort of prosthetic leg out of various parts, then my dream continued back to me in this big factory, making strange, useless, bent strips of metal. I quickly learned that the man in my vision was the man in charge of the factory.
Ocassionally, some workers would be called away to walk down this giant tunnel that looked more like an interstate, and they slowly started getting killed off one by one. Soon after, my number was called, and I left with a group of others down the tunnel, knowing that we were going to get killed.
Everyone had been assigned to a team by being given a color. I noticed that the only people who weren’t getting killed were those on the black team, so I alerted every one, and a panic broke out, and everyone scattered. People started getting killed all around me, but I somehow managed to make it into an empty room, where I hid under a table to decide my next move.
I had another strange vision of that sinister man, cutting his leg off with a rotary saw, and then attaching his finished prosthetic leg, which was really an enormous weapon, not unlike the one in the movie “Grindhouse.”
It all came to me in an instant, as the man with the gun leg walked into the room shouting, and began flipping over tables: I was in the prequel to the “Mortal Combat” series, and I was actually an unrevealed character in it, and so was the man with the gun leg. I remembered seeing people like Jade, Johnny Cage, and even Raiden. I don’t know how I didn’t suspect it earlier.
I woke up right when he stood on top of the table I was under, but I imagine that the next thing that would have happened, would be that he either passed over my table not knowing i was under there, or he would have blasted it to pieces, revealing me, at which point I would have fought him to the death, or I would have been wrong about me being an unrevealed character, and he would have then just killed me and I wouldn’t have even stood a chance.
