Trust Tommy

I don't usually remember dreams. Heck, I don't usually have dreams. But this one [i]had[/i] to be told...

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It started when I was walking along a road; there were trees around so I think it was a wood near where I live. I had a long walk somewhere when this guy in a truck stops beside me and offers me a lift. I'm tired so I accept. He then tells me I'm being kidnapped. "Why?" I ask. "Haha? Isn't it obvious? You're dad's King of Ireland!" (//we have none) so I ride along. We get to this big college and I'm put in a room with about 100 other kids. One of them I know from school. She seems to have given up all hope of escape. But I haven't.

The middle part is hazy,

I find myself in a restaurant, oddly, my parents are there, but it's as if they can't see me, or they just don't recognise me. My friend is shot in the stomach and I go into a rage*. I basically just kick everyone's butt and then turn to the restaraunt.

"[u]Don't[/u] mess with me" 8)

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Any expert dream interpreters want to take a shot ;)