OK the first thing I remember is going into this really rickety old 3 story victorian home in the middle of a jungle in southeast asia. In the main room, are several members of my family sitting around, and a really fucking big moth-cat. It had the orange stripes with massive wings and a longass pointed tail, and a really mean evil cat-face. After chatting with some family about it (where does it come from), it proceeded to latch on to my fingernail and try to pull it off. Then it bit me on the chest. Then, it disapeared from the dream.
Next thing I remember is being a special forces sniper on the top story of this house in the jungle. Next thing I know female assasins in skin-tight leather are coming for me, and I just know I don't stand a change against them. (any Half-Life players, they were just like those assasins.) All I remember is laying down on a rotting porch, hoping to god they didn't find me, cause then I'd have to base-jump down to the ground and run.
This was one of the most vivid and easy to remember dreams I have ever had. Maybe it's because I havn't smoked for 5 days, who knows?
