pick the victims to pieces

it took me a few days to digest and process what my subconscious came up with and now i'm ready to go through the whole thing. i'm not even going to try to connect the different scenarios in any smooth way. it's simply a cluster-fuck of dream segments. it starts in a burrito joint. a group of violent ninjas storm the storefront, killing random customers and employees. one customer is a girl wearing a ridiculously huge ball gown and she had braces that were blue. the ninjas were hacking people up in seconds. it was like a kill bill movie. so everyone in the front is dead while the employees in the back have armed themselves with balls of dough to fight off the ninjas rapidly approaching them. needless to say, the dough did nothing for the remaining employees and the ninjas were off and running after they killed the last one. the ninjas ran toward an overpass and then hang a right into a wooded area where a bunch of little kids sat in a clearing expectantly waiting for them to return. each ninja sat beside a child, nicely, and seemed to be teaching them how to grow up and be a ninja. it seemed like a father-son exchange. changing the subject rapidly, a mormon family is running an underground beer factory from the middle of the woods. all of the kids (i don't know how many, but there were definitely too many) were ages 4 to 16, all alcoholics. their dad were yell out different types of beer and each kids were run up to him and retrieve their fix. the mother was quiet and seemed to do whatever her husband told her to do. the 16 year old was creepy looking and her eyes were too big for her head. she was also pregnant and seemed to be the "bad seed" of the family which saying a lot considering her 4 year old sibling is drunk of its ass and they're all living in the middle of nowhere producing copious amounts of beer illegally. i didn't think her situation could get any worse until cops stumble upon one of their drunk children and follow the kid back to the factory. a sting is set in place and the mormon dad catches wind of this so he starts to surround the house with explosives, not concerning himself with the well being of his children. his wife is freaking out and trying to gather the little drunkards. the dad gives the older kids- 10 and up- guns and tells them to shoot at the people in uniforms. the dad grabs a rifle for himself and starts lighting up the explosives to deter the cops. all the while, the 16 year old climbs out of a screened in window and makes sure to bring a gun for herself. she runs through the woods and through shallow water and a police dog sniffs her out. she tells the dog to fuck off and then shoots it. almost immediately, she turns the gun on herself-points it to her belly- and shoots. a lot of other things happened in the dream and i can only remember fragments that aren't even worth typing out. all i'll say is that it involves frank the entertainer from that reality show with one of flava flav's ex's, a gay love affair between two middle aged businessmen, a basketball game gone terribly wrong, weird people sleeping in my basement, and walmart. this was a doozy, to say the least. i know i switched tenses about twenty times but at this point, does it really matter? the dream didn't make sense so the tenses don't have to make sense either. hopefully, my next few posts will start to be coherent. if not, then something is definitely wrong with my head. here's things that make me smile:

a good night's sleep, getting to sit on the lifeguard chair at the beach, fireworks, new workout pants, the glimmer of hope i feel when i send out my resume (even if it adds up to nothing), volunteering, summer dresses, sprite zero, the fact that dunkin' donuts now sells a pina colada donut which i have yet to ingest, drawing outside, freshly sharpened pencils, wearing a bikini all day and using the heat as an excuse to do so, trailing sand into my room after coming home from the beach, hanging my arm out of a car window, sun roofs, the moment i put a food i've been craving in my mouth.