I don't know for what, but the Predator was getting ready to do something. There was something warm and friendly about him and the only people he seemed to want to kill were really, really annoying ones. He had gathered up a storage of Snickers and Kitkats, from which a daring man tried to grab one. The Predator roared and he grew pale, but still made of with it, like a little rat.
The Predator was working on something that looked like an antenna. To his help he had two small little droids, apparently earth made. One of them spoke English and a smaller one communicated through beeps, which the Predator in turn emulated, so that they could speak, even though the droid wasn't designed to be able to do so. The small one was no larger than a jam jar. Actually, it was resting by connecting to a power socket in the wall, and once the predator needed its help, it disconnected and mounted a jam jar on its back. It seemed to have a sort of milky content.
The annoying guys that the Predator was killing off had started in an earlier dream, where they had been playing loud music outside my mother's house at the latest hours of the night, refusing to go away. They were four young men, one which had a ginger beard. They reminded me of the Neighbours I had at 69 Johnson street, who did the same thing, so that's most likely where they originated from. As we tried to drive them away and they refused, I got so angry, which probably made me turn into the Predator. I remember killing off one of them in a battle where I let him swing something heavy at me and then shoot me in the face, only to have it regenerated in front of his eyes. After that, I ran my spear through him in front of his friends.
Yes, I know that Predators don't regenerate that quickly, so that must have been inspired from some other beast.
Before all this I was running for my life, together with someone else. We swam through a dark sea and made it up on some cliffs, dodging orange search lights around a chain link fence. My companion got spotted and so did I. I quickly scaled the fence and ran off towards a seemingly abandoned residential district. I went in there, together with Julia, and we decided to hide in the basement. Down there was a crazy woman that I first thought was dangerous, but Julia, with her psychoanalytical skills, could see that she only wanted to help us. So we hid with her in the basement. She was scared, too, but tried to talk friendly with us in no language at all. This probably turned into my mother's basement and a scenario where a lot of people were planning a sleepover at her place, which in turn spawned the annoying guys outside.
Even before, I was driving along my childhood neighbourhood in the snow, in my mother's old Mitsubishi. I first parked near Måns' street, but realised that I could drive the car all the way to my mother's garage.
The Predator was working on something that looked like an antenna. To his help he had two small little droids, apparently earth made. One of them spoke English and a smaller one communicated through beeps, which the Predator in turn emulated, so that they could speak, even though the droid wasn't designed to be able to do so. The small one was no larger than a jam jar. Actually, it was resting by connecting to a power socket in the wall, and once the predator needed its help, it disconnected and mounted a jam jar on its back. It seemed to have a sort of milky content.
The annoying guys that the Predator was killing off had started in an earlier dream, where they had been playing loud music outside my mother's house at the latest hours of the night, refusing to go away. They were four young men, one which had a ginger beard. They reminded me of the Neighbours I had at 69 Johnson street, who did the same thing, so that's most likely where they originated from. As we tried to drive them away and they refused, I got so angry, which probably made me turn into the Predator. I remember killing off one of them in a battle where I let him swing something heavy at me and then shoot me in the face, only to have it regenerated in front of his eyes. After that, I ran my spear through him in front of his friends.
Yes, I know that Predators don't regenerate that quickly, so that must have been inspired from some other beast.
Before all this I was running for my life, together with someone else. We swam through a dark sea and made it up on some cliffs, dodging orange search lights around a chain link fence. My companion got spotted and so did I. I quickly scaled the fence and ran off towards a seemingly abandoned residential district. I went in there, together with Julia, and we decided to hide in the basement. Down there was a crazy woman that I first thought was dangerous, but Julia, with her psychoanalytical skills, could see that she only wanted to help us. So we hid with her in the basement. She was scared, too, but tried to talk friendly with us in no language at all. This probably turned into my mother's basement and a scenario where a lot of people were planning a sleepover at her place, which in turn spawned the annoying guys outside.
Even before, I was driving along my childhood neighbourhood in the snow, in my mother's old Mitsubishi. I first parked near Måns' street, but realised that I could drive the car all the way to my mother's garage.
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