meatloaf on a stick, chicken in a waffle cone, pork chop on a stick ... thanks, state fair
Okay, this was an absurd amount of meat and a crazy day. Butter sculptures ... Here’s the dream.
Setting: Dystopian future where only children have survived (and some adults sprinkled in here and there) while violent evil ghosts roam wild and brutally kill anyone they find.
Yeah, this was a nightmare.
Our group of child wanderers, supervised by two moms, searches for shelter on a frigid night somewhere in northern coastal Russia. We find an old abandoned church which seems safe (despite the fact that the antagonists in this dream are fucking GHOSTS).
After getting inside, we light some candles and warm up. Soon, one of the children (a super annoying boy with a Cockney accent — let’s call him Gavroche) finds a spooky Soviet-era tunnel in the basement which presumably leads to something great.
A short way down the tunnel, we find some junk blocking most of the passage ahead. Then, the ghosts ambush us! Mercifully, Gavroche dies immediately. Unfortunately, so do many of the other children (about half, I’d say).
The moms fight off the ghosts and we run back to the church to regroup. They tell the remaining children to leave the church and head for the coast to find a town nearby. The moms pledge to stay behind and slow the ghosts down by sacrificing themselves.
THANKS, MOMS.
Conveniently, there is a town. It has some more adults (including some old scientist dude) and a cool tower with a helicopter landing pad on the top but no helicopter. Instead, there are a couple of flying cars (!) and ghost-killing rifles (?).
Our good friends, the recently fed ghosts, show up. They are about to break into the tower, when I, the hero of my own dream, shoot them with the rifle from the passenger seat of one of the flying cars. They die (can ghosts die?) and we, the dystopian future child survivors of a ghost-based apocalypse, win this round.
This was a pretty great way to end a nightmare. A+














