Today, I woke up from a very strange dream. I have been doing a lot of that lately. I think it is because I have been setting my alarm a half hour before I intend to get up. Even though my alarm rings every morning at 7, I tend to turn it off each time and I begin to have the strangest and most surreal dream for the next half hour (or in this case 2 hours).



Let me get back to the actual dream; it started out in a large mansion at night. It was one of those spooky castle-type affairs complete with large portraits on the wall and suits of armour lining each corridor. For some strange reason, I was carrying an M429 Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW), much like the one in the screenshot displayed above. I was having a conversation about religion with one of my classmates from grade school.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the room, and a staccato burst of gunfire burst out from below. I took a quick look out the window and imagine my surprise when I saw my 11th grade religion teacher, Mr. Juguilon leading an angry mob to the mansion, wielding pitchforks and torches. I was taken aback at this, but I held my composure. My friend did not keep her composure, and she freaked out. Luckily, the attack seemed to be concentrated on the lower floor, for not one rabble-rouse came to the upper level. A few hours passed and we heard the mob going to the backyard, so we decided to make our escape.

When we stepped into my car, police sirens rang out and a squad car pulled into the parking spot beside us, but started questioning the occupants of the car on the other side. I decided that was our lucky break and peeled off, driving as fast as could to get away from the melee.

Then, I woke up and glanced at my alarm clock; its display announced that the time was 9:10 AM. I was late for class again! I also made a mental note to avoid playing Call of Duty 4 right before I go to sleep.