I had a lot of dreams yesterday, I can't really put them in an order though.
One of them was me going to get groceries. And that was basically it. I was asked by some black stereotype if I worked there, but I told him no. As I tried to leave, the aforementioned stereotype punched a clerk and I walked out of the store without paying for anything. I sat in the car for a while feeling guilty but I eventually drove off.
Another was me sitting with my family watching something, and then upon being asked to do something I totally flipped out and cussed out my mom and brother.
One of the more disturbing ones was sneaking through a barracks with a girl (I assume it was Ilona because I had just played Advanced Warfare and she's a character in it) and shooting all the sleeping soldiers in their sleep. The disturbing part was that I groped all the girl soldiers before Ilona shot them. I don't know man. I just don't know.
There was another one but I can't remember it right now.
So this taught me a lesson: Scotch makes me commit dream crimes.