another funky dream...

this one was long, and probably caffeine induced...though I don't think thats it, it was this morning just before I woke up. And since my dreams are better than any form of entertainment known to man, I think I'll write about it.
well, it starts out as like, I'm in Kessen III, but with the characters of Kessen II (for the clueless, Kessen III is a military strategy game set in 1500's Japan, and Kessen II is the same theme, but in 200AD China), and we're doing a siege on a castle, and the enemy magician is causing meteors to fall on our troops. I go to Sima Yi, one of my magicians, and tell him to cast a spell to stop the meteors, then cast his own meteors on the enemy. Then I go to Himiko, she's this teenage girl that's also one of my magicians, and tell her to cast a spell called Stripes...which ended up turning me into some sort of dragon, and I had a fiery chain that I used to kill the enemy...actually, I even at one point wrapped it around a guys neck and his head exploded. I forgot this one part that linked it to the next part of the dream, but where I remember again, I'm in a city, and everyone was walking to somewhere, or running from something, but I go out, and I hear this buzzing, and I go into this building that looks like an old train station, and I look down the stairwell that led underground, and I see a whole bunch of lightning bolts dancing around, I can't see what's making it, and I hear someone talking, so I take off running away before I get caught, running around corners, and I run into a mall, and it's where everyone's going, into an auditorium. We were all supposed to go in there, according to the intercom. I didn't want to go in there, so I started walking away, and this kid who was working for them, he started following me, subtlely threatening me to go back, we fought a little bit, but he was no match for me, so then he brought up this old woman, she was like hispanic or indian or something like that. the boy had said something about me not having a mask like other people, and that made him afraid of me somewhat. Anyways, the boy left us, and it was just me and this old woman, and we started climbing these stairs up a lighthouse, and we were talking about who goes to heaven, good people bad people, stuff like that. Next thing I know, we're in an old white chevy blazer, and she's driving, we're going to my house, and I'm thinking I'm free, and I hopped out of the truck on the edge of our property about 15o feet from our driveway, and she continues on to park in the driveway. I run to the backyard, and a pull my butterfly knife out of my pocket, and I'm going to make a run for it. all of the sudden she appears in the backyard by the boat shelter just a few feet away from me. she pulls out a butter fly knife too. we make a few attempts to fight, but all of the sudden she takes off, disappears, and somehow I know she went back to the truck, I grab a shovel and chase after her. she's in the backseat of a green gmc suburban parked next to the blazer, and she's got a box of bullets like she's trying to load a gun. I go over there, and she crawls to the other side of the truck, but doesn't try to get out, and I start stabbing her with the shovel, and I get her in the neck, throat, head, imbed the shovel into her until I know she's dead. then I take off running, and these black people in a green volvo drive into my yard and I'm running because I know they're going to think I murdered the old woman, and it was really self defense. they head to the backyard first, so I know I have a few minutes before they discover the body, and I head to the Szigedi's hoping they will hide me for a while, and I start feeling that feeling when you're running but you're not going very fast, and then it ended.
that's it. I'm going now.