^ I LOVE IT! ^__^

"machinery they weren't qualified to operate..." I imagine you chasing down a kitten and going "Hey! You don't know how to use that, stop it!"

It was very hectic and frightening for me.

Same.

For a couple of nights now, I've been have a flash dream that I was at the edge of my lake at dusk, just watching something swimming extremely fast in it. Last night, the thing finally jumped out of the water and I noticed it was an otter. It made a very loud bang while jumping out, and then it decided to swim where I was...the thing is, it wasn't an otter anymore, but it was actually a young boy (I say young, but he could have easily been 15 or 16) with an otter's tail sticking out of the backside of his jeans. He was wearing a white blouse and he had semi-blond hair.
He asked me why I never went into the lake, and I told him because I was scared of what might happen if he would catch me, but that I didn't know he was a boy or an otter.

Then I woke up...kinda perplexe.

I dreamt my dad got arrested?

I couldn't tell for certain if it was his face, but then I found my mom crying.

That dream sucked.

Last night I fought evil alongside the cast of Full House.

Last night I dreamt that the entire cast of Family Matters had gone crazy-evil-zombie-demon and shit and it was my solemn duty to kill them all with a Remington 870 shotgun.

I'm walking on what looks like the bottom of the ocean, only, I'm not moving slower just because there is a lot of water. Also, I can breathe it like air.
At any reate, I see the underside of a bridge, and below it, next to one of the pillars is a minefield. The minefield is covered with fiberoptic strands that glow in shifting colours. A person comes out and tells me that this is a minefield. We go to a door and he open s it with his keycard, we rush in an he locks the door with the keycard, telling me that you can lock the door with the keycard.
I then walk around, in what appears to be a large hall, sort of like the one at my campus. Lot's or different people are there, including an international businessman with an unbuttoned shirt. I realize that these people are the survivors from the end of the world.
I'm brought to the cellar, where an old man tells me that he needs someone short to pilot his time machine. I'm short, and my friends, which have suddenly appeared, are not.

I wake up, confused.

So YOU are the agent they sent back? Hurry, there's precious little time!

All I remember is something about 12 monkeys...
Hmm