Last night I had a really long dream:

At the start, I was with my friends from high school and freshman year of college. We were in some sort of pretend battle with another group of our peers, and a friend of mine and I got captured by the enemy. They sat us down and told us not to leave, but while they slept I found a way to escape. I told my friend to come with me, but he was too slow to decide, so I left. I made it out, and just barely didn't get caught. My captors called after me, "We made it easy this time, but next time you won't escape."

While I was running, I fought a large boar and killed it and brought its carcass with me. Upon returning to my friends, I had been transformed into some kind of creature; like a mix between a turtle, a pig, and a bird. I sat down with my friends, and one of them was talking to his girlfriend, saying "I love you, but I'm special. See, Zac wouldn't love you because you're fat." or something like that. I wanted to tell her it wasn't true, but all that came out was, "No way! See, I brought you this boar." and she didn't get it.

Then, my dad and brother came into the room, and took me away to a place that felt a lot like home. After some brief visiting, my dad left to get my sister. My brother looked at me and said, "Zac, you're not yourself. What's wrong?" And I opened up to him about everything I feel. My brother took a bunch of sharpies, and took off his shirt, and drew these awesome drawings all over his upper body. While he drew, he explained to me the meaning of each one and how it had to do with wisdom and my life. While he was explaining, I became a person again.

Then, my dad came back and took me and my brother and sister out to town. While we were out, my sister's purse got stolen, and we caught the guy who did it, but he didn't have her purse. We got him to tell us where it was, and we went there ready for war. I guess it was like some sort of gang hangout. We brought all sorts of guns and suited up to defend ourselves against anything. There were two rooms in the building, and I stayed behind in the first, to watch people there and make sure they don't do anything that would jeopardize our mission.  While there, I realized that none of my guns were actually loaded. My brother and father came back out of the room within a short time and said, "We forgot ammo. We're in a den of lions." But we just walked out without the bag. Outside the building, Dan and I made for home, but dad went another way.

That's it. I wanted to get it out before I forgot it.