Amazing. I had nightmares all last night, and one involving BF2s. I decided to post about it this morning when I got to my house, and this thread was second from the top.
Anyhow, my first dream involved being trapped inside a sporting goods store that was completely surrounded by zombies. I had my trusty Mak-90, but no ammunition. I was feverishly searching the ammo section as I could hear the moans of the undead defeating the perimeter. I finally found the 7.62 x 39mm, packaged in a clear wrap with Chinese characters and a happy squid logo on the front. I unwraped the ammo, only to have it disintegrate in my hand, leaving behind a powdery substance and a greasy residue...
I awoke at this instance in a panic. I lay awake for over an hour, not out of fear, I just could not seem to find a comfort zone in which to fall back asleep. I kept having to peal my girlfriend off of me. But finally, I again slept...
This time I had just arrived at my house. I opened the front door and moved to the kitchen to grab myself something to drink. As I approached the refrigerator I happened to see a giant (2") cockroach dart beneath it. I had never seen a roach at my house before, so I began to survey the area. Here and there, all through out the kitchen I saw various roaches darting behind objects. At this point in the dream my father (a fucking lumberjack of a man) walk through the front door. He calmly explained that I simply had to find the queen to vanquish my problem. Fucking awesome, thanks Dad. He then pointed to the fireplace and exclaimed, "There is your source."
From inside the fireplace I saw two giant antennas sticking out. My dad then grabbed a spachela from the kitchen and proceeded to pry a 3 foot fucking cockroach out. The roach itself was an off white, covered in some sort of slimy residue. He then calmly strolled with the roach under his arm (like you might carry a small pet) and placed it on the front porch.
I said "what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?" He replied "get the maul." I said "Fuck That. I'm getting the fucking 12-gauge." I again awoke...
I thought about how creepy that giant fucking roach was as I lay awake yet again. A clock check revealed that it was now 4:30. I get up every morning between 5:30 and 6 because I like to take a 4 mile hike in the early morning on one of the trails that are very near my girlfriends place. I knew I had to get back to sleep, and so I did...
This time I was walking along one of the trails near a creek. I could see the water levels were much higher than usual as one of the small bridges was nearly submerged. I looked ahead and marveled at the picturesque quality of the heavily wooded scene. My mind went to Parker and his excellent photographs that he has posted and a thought came to me. I decided to return to get my camera, so that I could show BF2s.com this wonderful area. I turned around... to see a giant black bear impeding my path (this has happened in real life before, and is actually a pretty good story itself). I reached a sidearm that was not there. I turned to sprint away, throwing my jacket to the side as a diversionary tactic. I ran until...I awoke.
5:40.
I said "fuck it, I'm getting up." When I left the pad the air was heavily foggy, and a light rain fell from the sky. Fog has a strange illuminating factor, so the trail was much more visible than normal. Certain heavily wooded areas require that I point my ipod at the trail (this improvised flashlight works quite well, by the way) to see, before the morning light. Today that was not necessary, but my visibility was only 30 feet or so in the fog. I felt strangely vulnerable today, undoubtedly from the persistent dreams and the creepy atmosphere. I felt the sense of impending doom. I could not even turn on the ipod because I felt I needed all the advanced warning my ears could provide.
And provide they did.
I heard the rustling in the bushes about 20 minutes into the hike. They came from my right, about 20 feet off the trail. My eyes strained to see the unknown in the thick brush and trees. For a moment I contemplated that I had invented these sounds, until I heard them again. The unknown was large and thrashing at something. At this point I just slowly backed away, tucked tail and went the fuck home. I had to look over my shoulder for the next mile or so.
And this has been my day thus far. The events of my dreams still linger and I feel highly contemplative and weary today. I guess I'll drink some coffee, because I damn sure am not taking a nap.
