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Jul. 10th, 2010 07:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesade... Someone explain to me why I'm having dreams about war games? No, seriously.
It started out where me and a bunch of people, about 20 people in all, were going on a ride-along with some SWAT team or something. And then I find out it's a live-fire exercise. And then I find out no, it's an actual raid on something, and most of the people are blase and 'oh it'll be fun' while I'm thinking, this is for real, you morons. With real bullets.
And then of all things it detours into me schlepping a heavy-ass bag to the front of my old apartment complex, which had a gas station, a subway, and a dry cleaners. Well, now it has a police station. Ish. Something. Or maybe it's an airsoft dealer, the point is, I follow this police looking guy in and ask for tips. So he's showing me how to shoot when the bus comes to pick us all up. Yay.
And somehow then we get taken to this big Japanese garden/dojo looking thing, and we're up against either the cast of Ninja Warrior All Stars or a bunch of black belt students from some martial arts school. So I start shouting for everyone to stop and demanding to see the Emperor (!!??!?!?!) now. And it turns out that whatever this is, it's a war game, and i end up negotiating with the Emperor (or someone representing him) for a cessation of hostilities. Successfully. Kind of through acting like John Connors from Rising Sun but not quite, with actual Japanese this time. And a whole fuckton of Priestessing and being authoritative and parsing people. And he compliments me on my style and asks me why I did certain things and where I learn and I'm explaining to him sort of in the manner of Jane from The Mentalist exactly why I chose to do what, where, and...
Then I woke up. Seriously, brain, what the HELL.
It started out where me and a bunch of people, about 20 people in all, were going on a ride-along with some SWAT team or something. And then I find out it's a live-fire exercise. And then I find out no, it's an actual raid on something, and most of the people are blase and 'oh it'll be fun' while I'm thinking, this is for real, you morons. With real bullets.
And then of all things it detours into me schlepping a heavy-ass bag to the front of my old apartment complex, which had a gas station, a subway, and a dry cleaners. Well, now it has a police station. Ish. Something. Or maybe it's an airsoft dealer, the point is, I follow this police looking guy in and ask for tips. So he's showing me how to shoot when the bus comes to pick us all up. Yay.
And somehow then we get taken to this big Japanese garden/dojo looking thing, and we're up against either the cast of Ninja Warrior All Stars or a bunch of black belt students from some martial arts school. So I start shouting for everyone to stop and demanding to see the Emperor (!!??!?!?!) now. And it turns out that whatever this is, it's a war game, and i end up negotiating with the Emperor (or someone representing him) for a cessation of hostilities. Successfully. Kind of through acting like John Connors from Rising Sun but not quite, with actual Japanese this time. And a whole fuckton of Priestessing and being authoritative and parsing people. And he compliments me on my style and asks me why I did certain things and where I learn and I'm explaining to him sort of in the manner of Jane from The Mentalist exactly why I chose to do what, where, and...
Then I woke up. Seriously, brain, what the HELL.