Had another really wierd dream last night.
It was wartime, and part of my work building (the middle part, with the bathrooms and the hall around them) was there, by the beach. It was being attacked and bombed (this was brought on no doubt by far too many hours of playing Urban Terror [archive.org link] last night). I was hiding in the back hall and knew it was a stupid place to be because if any bomb came close by then the center section would move backwards, crushing all of us. I remember hoping that if it did happen that it was fast. I was there with (of all people) Tom Cruise. When the gun fighting on the beach stopped we looked out and saw that there were rocket wars happening… basically jeeps or some sort of vehicles shooting rockets back and forth on the beach. A while later (with “hero music” swelling up no doubt) I saw Tom Cruise on the red motorcycle from Mission Impossible:2 [archive.org link] shooting rockets. Wow. My hero <gag>.
I think I need serious help….