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« Last post by Bernd on Today at 02:55:27 pm »
I wonder if the guy is still alive. He was from Ukraine...
New absurd dream:
I was in class, everybody was late teens. But the classroom was small, there was just 2 rows of desks, facing away from the teacher. And the room was in my parents house. The window and the view outside to the neighboring house was correct. There were about 5 of my friends, no girls (sigh). And TB from info. In contrast to my realistic friends, I couldn't figure out what he looked like but some normal slightly chubby white guy with longer curly dark hair.
First we were working on computers then TB wanted to perform a song in front of everyone but got nervous and started running in and out of the room. Irl the guys would have beaten him up for that but everyone was just mildly annoyed. Then we received prizes for whatever and the prize was - a firearm. Of the weirdest kind. It was a rectangular steel block about twice the size of a small brick. It had a hole in front, off center on the longer side as the muzzle and no other features. The top was covered by a white sticker with all sorts of California-type warnings. TB's was different and said this device was not transferred to the participant because he was a minor. No guns for minors? This clearly was Germany ad not the US. I got none and stood at the side watching what the others were doing. Apparently I had gotten such thing last year and thrown it in the trash for being useless. The device reminds me of some lab device but I can't figure it out. Probably a mixture of a HDD and a turbomolecular pump. It had no other features than the hole so I watched with little confidence. The guys sitting at their desks each put a milk or juice package right in front of their 'guns' and tried to shoot them, being just a desk's width away.
It made a quiet pop and a round projectile flew out with marginal force, missing. Absolute crap. One friend of mine got up and drew his Colt Python (he really has one), and wanted the shoot the juice packages off the desk. I managed to stop him at the last moment before he'd fire out of the window at the neighbor house, aside from deafening all of us and took his revolver, went into the kitchen (yep, this was accurately my parents house) and unloaded it before handing it back.
Woke up shortly after that, laughing at this stupid dream. No girls and no tupper so meh.