I am a car buff that enjoys racing 'Hogs and 'gooses, Favorite weapon combination: Sniper rifle/SMG. I excel at flushing out enemies.
I personally have had some of the worst dreams imaginable, but these are the most interesting.
At the age of four, I lived in Cincinnati inside a fairly large house. I had a room that faced the woods. Once, I fell asleep, but was awake in my room in my dream. Out of nowhere, an odd humanoid creature with a face like an owl crashes through the window and rips out my jugular with its talons. I pissed my pants.
10 years later, on the same day of the month that dream occurred, I am on Spring break in Florida. I have a dream where I am in Fallout 3 with Jericho and we are sleeping inside of one of the satellite dishes by Fort Constantine, and we are awakened by an odd language. So, we go to check it out with our Chinese Assault Rifles at the ready. we open the door and are immediately knocked unconscious by a humanoid owl-faced creature. I awake in an underground prison cell with Jericho in the cell across from mine, and we plot an escape. over a process of years, we salvage metal from eating utensils given to us by our captors, fabricating compact assault weapons equipped with silencers (I'm a gun whiz so I know how that -blam!- works) and bullets. Once we were ready, we shot the locks off of our cell doors and killed a guard, obtaining keys and freeing the other prisoners. our captors run in fear, trying to get to their armory but were stopped by our combined firepower. Their leader however, was not dead and was raining hell on our unarmed comrades. Then, Jericho sneaks up on him from behind and rips its head clean off. Blood sprays in all directions, marking our victory. Then, upon our escape, I notice that I have a scar that goes across my jugular.
This dream happened three days ago
[Edited on 03.28.2011 2:27 PM PDT]