Plastic Power

It's 3am. I'm in a hotel somewhere between the Smoky Mountains and Atlanta.

I got woken up by a plastic bag rustling. Don't know why it rustled, sure made me wake with a start though. Thought someone was in my room for a minute.

But I woke remembering what I was dreaming at the time...

I don't remember how the dream started, but I'm pretty sure it had some sort of plot. An incidental point was that I wanted a snack. Well, next thing I knew was that I was in a top-secret peanut manufacturing plant, surrounded by packets of peanuts.

I picked up two packets and legged it... Seemed to be able to get out too... Leaped out the first story window, onto the roof of a van, onto another van, and onto another, and then onto the floor. Turned a corner, as I could see the perimiter wall (it may have been desert on the other side, not sure), and wandered into an area that set a whole bunch of alarms off.

Immediately, two armed guards appeared. I put my hands to my head.

They gestured to the floor. I kept my arms to my head and got down onto my knees.

They fired a cannister of gas of some sort at me. That didn't really seem to do anything (plot-hole? :) )

They fired some other thing at me, which separated into four and each aimed at one hand or foot.

And it was about there I woke up.

And I have a strong sense of deja vue about the whole experience. Bizarre :) Wish I could remember the first half of the dream, I think that was slightly less surreal, and I'm sure it had an interesting 'plot' :)

Thought I'd write it down, as I don't often remember my dreams :)

Phew, right, well.. best get back to sleep :)