I was sitting in the living room of my old house, my whole family there. We were watching a terrible movie, the kind we loved to make fun of. Jokes were flying and laughter rained down on all of us. It truly was a happy time.
Until they came.
We heard it first, the rumble of a plane's engine flying low. We rushed to the large bay window to look.
In a moment of horror, a bomber jet rose from the treeline. In the pilot's seat, I could see... a gorilla?
The jet zoomed overhead, and before my family could react, it carpet bombed my house. I blacked out.
When I finally came to, the living room my family was in had become no more than a pile of rubble. There was so sign of my family.
Horrified, I ran barefoot next door, a good five minute run. I could hear multiple jets flying overhead as if they were chasing me.
My uncle who lives next door came to meet me with his German shepherd. He saw me and asked what was wrong.
"Gorillas are bombing my house!" I exclaimed.
His face grew stern and a double-barrelled shotgun appeared in his hands. "Get in the house," he commanded, taking aim at a low flier.
The rest of the dream consisted of watching my awesome Uncle shoot down bombers piloted by gorillas. If any survived the crash, his dog would attack them.
That was, by far, the coolest and weirdest dream ever.
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