That's some crazy ass shit right there.
I don't regularly dream anymore, but when I was on some medications for my root canal's. I had some crazy ass dreams I can remember to this day.
One of my dreams had me on my way through the scorched earth riddled with zombies or some other sort of foul creature. As I was traveling towards massive lights. I could recognize a sign for Walmart. It seemed that the last store on earth was Walmart. On the exterior edge of the parking lot was massive concrete fences built up over the years to thwart off attackers.
Spot lights dotted the towers when one came across me. I was lit up by one of the massive lights, the warm glow of the light revealing that I was naked. A voice over a mega phone asked if I was human. To which I replied: yes. A large group of walmart employees loaded to the nines came out of a large concrete door. Walmart logo embossed everywhere on their guns, clothing, armor, helmets, etc...
As I was escorted into the interior parking lot area, I saw loads of cars and trucks. But these weren't your normal cars and trucks. These thing's were decked out with carbon fiber and reinforced windshields. Automated guns and shield generators surrounding only the richest of the riches vehicle's. While others had steel plates, and home made flame throwers attached to the front of their trucks.
I was escorted to the main entrance, the elderly store employee greeted me. Welcoming me to walmart, the last story to survive the rest of the world. Inside it was like any other walmart. I walked around and looked for clothing. Noticing that instead of prices they had two different symbols with numbers next to them. One symbol was a skull and bones, while the other was a clock. I asked the employee what they meant. The explanation was simple enough. With the downfall of the governments the only currency still left was your verified kills, or your slavery to the company with your time.
Having just walked in I needed to get some clothing. So I entered into service as a walmart employee. Swearing my time to pay off my debts so I could have some food and clothing, I put on my name tag. My job would be as a guard for the truck lines that ran between stores. I would be given ammo, guns, and armor to fight off the wards of evilness to come. Our trucks were outfitted with carbon fiber, anti missile drapes, foam cushions in case of collision, and the latest shield generators. I didn't know what was to come, but I sure as hell felt fit to face it head on.
Every once in a while I have a residual dream in that universe, its not a full on re dream. Its almost like I'm having a continuation to the first dream.
My second dream had me laughing in my sleep, the missus said she awoke to me laughing while my eyes were closed and she was unable to wake me up for a good 3-5 minutes.
It involved me walking down the street. When I'm confronted by none other than
he was wearing a wife beater. And trying to confront me being all gangster on me. Saying something about fluffy, I don't remember all the details. But it was obviously so funny that I laughed in my sleep about it.
