Had some interesting dreams tonight. I should go to bed at 7pm more often.
First one was a party at my house that for some reason involved bringing over my computer. And about halfway through I found that someone had opened up my computer, took out the graphics card, and dropped an old Xbox 360 into the case.
I was so confused.
Second one was a bit more coherent. My dad and one of my brothers were driving in the desert, and doing jumps and shit, but during one of our jumps our car plunges into marshland where two other cars are. I jump out of the car first and run to cover, and from my cover I see a good ol' fashioned mexican standoff. There were three people in a triangle: my brother with the AR15 that our family has, one guy with an old M16, and another guy with I think a pistol.
My dad sneaked up behind M16-guy and did that thing in movies where they grab the guy's gun and make them shoot someone else and then he wrenched the M16 from the guy and threw it to me. Then things got a little more surreal; from out of the third car a group of hippies and their children appeared and ran towards us with rocket launchers. Yes, rocket launchers. I don't know anymore. The first one missed and I'm not sure if I capped him or someone else did, but the second launcher guy was aiming and everything so I shot him about eighteen times. But much like CoD scripted events, nothing happened while I shot him. I even remember the bullets going through the metal he was hiding behind but they did nothing to him.
At that point I just took the magazine out of my gun and threw it at his face, which managed to actually elicit a reaction from him because he dropped the RL and then I ran up to him and gave him a beating with the butt of my M16.
This is why I love sleep.