Today I had a really weird dream about random characters, shit and a rifle. I don't know why, it just happened.
It started in a farm, a strange farm that had VERY steep, almost cartoony steep hills surrounding it, with three houses on top of these hills. There also was a highway.
In the center, that the hills were surrounding it, there was Twilight and the rest of the M6 talking to this cow www.google.com.br/search?q=hom…
(only Twilight was talking, the rest of the M6 were just there smiling and looking)
(keep in mind that I've watched the movie with this cow only ONCE when I was around 11 and I can't remember almost anything about it)
They where speaking in Portuguese, saying that the cow should stay and live there or something. The cow had a personality that reminded me of Dory from Finding Nemo/Dory.
Suddenly, Twilight shouts to one of the houses and asks if the cow could stay. From the house, an old man (a farmer, I presume) that looked a lot like Carl Fredricksen from Up rudely replied with "NO!". Then the M6 and the cow got sad.
Then it jumpcuts to some sort of large pig pen with the ground made mostly of dirt, and there was shit everywhere. Me and my mother were there and she said we needed the clean all the shit. Funny thing is, she was speaking in English, a language she absolutely doesn't speak. So we started cleaning the shit, me with a broom and she I can't remember.
Then suddenly, in the middle of the place, I see a semi auto sniper and a pistol, just lying there (clean, without any dirt on them). I point at them and ask my mother what those were (I knew exactly what they were, guns, but I didn't know what they were doing there). She says nonchalantly "Oh, it's just human guns." (again, in English), I grab the rifle and ask "Human? Then what are we?" (we were human. At learn in appearance) she replies "You must be sick. We're animals, what else?" then I say "Huh? Then what do we do to humans?" (weird question, I still don't know why I asked that), then she replies "We negotiate with them."
I didn't say anything else because I was fascinated by the rifle (I didn't pay attention to the pistol so I can't remember what it looked like)
It looked like this, a black SR-25 with a FG-42 grip, a PSG-1 barrel and a lever for some fucking reason.
I looked inside the magazine that was lying next to the gun and saw that there were bullets, so I loaded it and chambered a round (it already had one chambered so another jumped out of the gun when I did that).
When I was checking the fire selector, I woke up with the sound of my mother repeatedly trying to close the large window of her room.
So yeah, I wonder if all this wanted to tell me something.
And no, I didn't do drugs.