[quote]So, at about 6:20 am, I hit the snooze button and go back to sleep for a few mins. As soon as I hit the pillow, I imagine that I'm Colonel Sanders, dressed as an old style judge (wig, red cloak etc), in what appears to be a courtroom. Either side of me are two grey cloaked Colonel Sanders judges for some reason. I make my way to an alter, and realise that this is church, and face a mostly black (with one or two white women) congregation. A large group of young indian girls in primary school uniforms are bulging over a balcony at the top. I then address the congregation, by reading from the 'bible' about how race integration is evil, and that we should remain pure. For some reason, a black and white Nat Geo pic of a happy african tribe is in the bible as well, along with what I can only assume is concept art of a humanoid pickahu in a half final fantasy/half assassins creed outfit. Then, a white woman starts an argument with a black member of the audience, who retaliates, in what I can only describe as really hammy, over the top arguing, like if Tommy Wiseau had written it. The congregation erupts into hammy chaos, and before I can restore order, the Indian girls start heckling and throw a shoe at me. Then I wake up.[/quote]

I [i]dreamt[/i] I, along with other children In rags were working in a roofless sweatshop in Germany during a raining, stormy night

Once I dreamed that I was driving a stroller that contained an elderly woman and my at-the-time crush, both in diapers, on the bow of the Titanic. As the ship neared New York City, we sailed beneath the sandals of the Statue of Liberty. In another dream, when I was much younger, I was speaking to my cat on the living room couch. After I spoke, my cat looked me straight in the eyes and said in a hoarse, cold voice: [i]"What is the worth of a penniless man? For a penniless man you are."[/i]

I woke up in the woods for some reason not knowing where I was or how I got there. The world had minecraft logic where you could get wood by punching trees, etc. It also had low gravity when you jumped so you could float around. I guess I had these weird visions of some bad event and I found a field where a plane crashed and then I started crying as I remembered my father dying in the crash. I don't know what happened after that.

This takes me back to my Sophomore year. I had a terrible tumour in my earlobe, so I went to the Doctor, and he diagnosed it to be earlobe cancer. He said it had to be removed immediately, as it was the deadliest form of cancer. The slutty anaesthesiologist put me under, and when I awoke, I was in a dark room with nothing but a skylight letting moonlight through. My friend Alex swivelled around to face me in a big ominous chair, and he was petting a white cat. He explained that he intended to use the power harnessed from the earlobe tumour to turn everyone in the world into a Mexican, and then Obama rappelled through the skylight dressed as Captain America, and punched him in the face. He melted into a puddle, but his face was still there, and then Obama yelled "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a bailout!" He then activated a pair of rocket boots the were propelled by money instead of fuel. Then I woke up.

I had a very racist dream last night.