Last night I had a dream that Duluth was invaded by an army of bearded mediterranean guys led by Namor. They were occupying some sort of main lodge place, and they also managed to take over our house, which was like my great aunt’s house in Grand Marais. Me and a group of people were plotting a way to take it back. We snuck around the complex once, and they were spread thin enough that it wasn’t very hard not to get caught. The whole time I kept bringing up how big of a deal this was… an American city was being invaded by a foreign army and nobody seemed to care or notice. Anyway, I somehow ended up being chosen, with another guy, to bring them down. It ended up being a series of side-scrolling video-game-style fights, and the bosses were like Diddy Kong, Donkey Kong Jr. and Donkey Kong. We managed to defeat them, but by the time it was over I was super tired and battle-worn. I walked through crowds of people, some that I knew, some that I didn’t, who were celebrating all over, but they didn’t seem to have any clue who I was or what I’d done for them. So I took a train back to my dorm place, which was right next to a restaurant, tried to order some food, and the guy thought I was Mike. I corrected him and went to bed. Also, there was a whole bunch of girl stuff going on that whole time, which is pretty personal and mostly depressing, so yeah.

1. rex-amat said: that’s crazy…
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