Whacked out dreams

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I KNOW I'm not the only one with very vivid dreams, so peeps, fess up! As soon as someone else comes up with one of their strange dreams, I'll tell you about the doozy I had last night, rather this morning.

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1. bet mine will beat yours

had two babies with no legs but six arms.

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2. You win

I only dreamt about some convention in this huge hotel, and one of the guys at the convention was an actor who was a psychopath. He had brought one of his movies to the convention and kept dragging people in to see it, and it was really, really horrible--one of the worst movies ever, ever made (and yes, that includes many we discussed recently as well--even worse than them). Well, if people didn't like the movie, he killed them. There were four of us who managed to escape via a small closet which appeared to be a dead end, but I found a vent in the wall, and we managed to get through it. I got to the first floor of the convention hotel, and alerted the security people who knew all about it (evidently one of the other escapees got there first) and they raided the room, and some people were already dead, though a couple of my friends managed to escape being killed. But the guy was nowhere to be found, and they did a lockdown on the hotel, and everyone had to be escorted around with security personnel. There was an elevator that hotel people used, and it also moved hotel guests' cars up to levels in between the sleep levels like a conveyor belt. I took it at one point to escape from the clutches of the evil actor.

That's the large part of it. :)