I came home and my roommate Andy was watching TV on the couch. I asked him what he was watching, but before he answered I noticed that he was hiding two hand guns underneath him on the couch. I asked him what they were for and when he wouldn’t tell me, I snatched one of the guns from him and put the barrel in my mouth. He jumped up and pointed the other gun at me. He screamed that the guns were loaded and that I would blow my head off.
He yelled. “It’s Kucinich! It’s Kucinich!”, referring not to the presidential candidate but to a friend of his with whom he had a suicide pact. It seems this Kucinich was in a coma and as soon as Andy got word that Kucinich was dead, he was going to kill himself.
Andy’s girlfriend, Lauren came in and either I or he took her hostage at gun point. The dream continued this way for a while, everyone who tried to intervene was taken hostage until we had a basement full of people chained to pipes.
The phone rang. One of the hostages answered it and told me it was my mother so that I would take the phone, it turned out to be the FBI…
At some point I remember holding three of four baseball bats in my hands and swinging them.
Then I woke up.
Very Luis Bunuel
uh, er, mmm, wow!