2:24 am: I had the weirdest dream…

So I had this weird dream, mainly about myself, Pika, and TigerPawz, though it had a bunch of other people who I didn’t recognize. It was… just downright odd.

There’s a few gaps in my memory, but it started at Pika’s house, though it wasn’t Pika’s house at all. For some reason, he had a very large attic area, which was like the stereotypical attic you see in movies - full of all sorts of weird bits and pieces. There was some kind of portal in Pika’s attic that I never actually saw, it was just there. We went through it several times, but I never actually saw what it looked like. The other odd thing is that the plastic BB gun I have IRL was actually a real gun in the dream - despite being a handgun, it used what looked like 7.62mm bullets, and I only had one clip for it. Pika, unsurprisingly, had a sniper rifle.

So anyway, through the portal was this weird snowy world, with various odd things scattered around. There was some kind of food machine somewhere that we all messed around with a bit - I have vague memories of getting several of one kind of food, just so I could get one part of each one. Or something. Hmmm.

Next thing I know, the world’s changed, it’s all odd and shifting, and there’s strange people. Something to do with time-travel is going on, and then suddenly someone dies, and it’s a murder-mystery in weird sci-fi world. I’m blamed for it, but as I point out, my gun’s never been fired - Pika examines it, and agrees, but the other weird people don’t believe me. Something else happens, then I’m hanging from the side of a cliff, looking down to see if I can fall or climb down safely. Someone is telling me not to do it, then I’m like, okay. So I start saying, “Pull me up! Quickly!” As I start losing my grip, but he just rambles on about stuff, so in a surprising burst of strength I pull myself up.

I’m back in the weird room, and something else is going on. There’s some shot fired, but I whip out my gun and block the bullet with the side of the gun. The gun itself is now some weird kind of red plastic or resin, and the bullet - actually a tiny ball-bearing - is buried about half-way in. Somehow, this proves my innocence, and I put it in some box with a bunch of other ball-bearings. That particular one, along with a few others, has an odd swirly red colour over most of it.

Then I wake up.