I had a dream last night that it was the "end times." I had to escape this place, and I had to fly, but I was afraid to because I was in a plane that crashed not long ago. My friend's husband was flying the plane, and I managed to get in, but I had to hang out the side with my legs hooked over what looked like a pool ladder, for some reason. I managed it, and we got to their house. They had this huge stockpile of weapons, and I was loading up on bullets. We were trying to create a new species to repopulate the earth so we could have food, and we crossed a dinosaur with a gorilla. The result was this little gorilla toy robot with cymbals. It couldn't be killed, though I shot it a bunch of times.
It was incredibly strange and vivid.
Edited, Jul 14th 2010 2:47pm by Belkira