So I woke up today, went to sleep, woke up again, went to sleep, ad eceterum. Interrupted sleep has a higher chance of achieving lucid dreams, alas I did not achieve that today.

Instead, I had a series of odder-than normal dreams.

First off, the heavy machinations of war. People dying, people running for their lives, paint splattering everywhere. Wait, paint? Yes. Apparently, although this was was about as real as can be, it was all done via paintball guns. I had my trusty m1-garand paintball rifle, and a paintball revolver as backup. The entire time I kept thinking 'why did they issue us paintball guns, why not real guns!' but apparently paintball guns are extremely good at killing people. Tangentially related is that I'm really good with paintball guns in real life.

Secondly, Walkmart running. Huh? Well, not necessarily Wallmart, some other generic large filled-with-everything type store. It seemed I had a job there, and that really sucked. Except the job was simply to run around really, really fast. Not superhuman fast, more like ninja fast or Olympic runner fast. Also jumping over things, but more like parkour/urban running. In other words it was pure awesome. I still had my revolver/paintgun to protect myself against savage boxes of oatmeal infesting the store.

Eventually I must have ran so far that I got trapped in crowd, going in circles. No exit anywhere. Just a crowd going in circles with no exit, just one big crowd-line circle. The word sheeple comes to mind. Apparently at some time, someone had connected the head and the tail of the line, dooming all within to orbit forever. Eventually it was discovered that the exits were in the bathrooms, but nobody would try it because they were afraid of losing their spaces in line. So I left.

Then I woke up. The dreams were of course far weirder, but its kind of hard to write out how it was weird. They are dreams.