So this was strange. One of those strangely awesome dreams. But strange because it was cool, and cool because it was strange. But it was SO WEIRD.
yeah.
I feel a mix of uncertain shame, lulz, WHY, and wat
So, like, it was what I would call Battlefield 3, at least that's what I thought during. It was one of those dreams where you're in the game, so it was like a scenario. There were more parts to it, but here's the
one that stood out most:
I was crouched in cover behind a burnt out car, Laying some fire down on the opposition, which seemed to be... Ponies (Oh god this is so weird I'm cringing as I write this), or perhaps a mixture of people and THESE EQUINE SCUM ponies, I'd seen Twilight or somethin' earlier.
So, moving around to cover my ass and get a better shot, still behind the car, then (ya srsly) hnnnnnnapplejacknnnnng had flanked me (no pun), I turned round but was pretty much on the floor on my back, couldn't fire, so I had to push myself back with my legs while she attempted to KICK me, so I pulled out a combat knife... And she ran off.
I felt highly uncomfortable sharing this.