A good idea from a bad dream of a good idea

I thought I had a really funny dream just now, but when I sat up and thought about it for a bit I guess it was just strange. My friends and I were were out getting some Mexican food at some restaurant a while away near the beach back home. Maybe it was Mexico though, I can't say because I've never been there. It was pretty far so it was a special trip, but we had been there once before and it was amazing. I'm talking about crazy tasting burritos. Well we went this second time and it was really good again. For some reason I was writing a novel there. We left the restaurant in my friend's lifted truck. I really don't know why any of them would have one.

At the grassy, green park with plenty of trees, somehow right next to the beach, we started goofing around and my best friend started doing some stop motion animation, teleporting and moving around sporadically. This is the hilarious part because it was a sequence set to Benny Hill's Yakety Sax. We all followed in chase, pelvic-thrusting our way towards him, but obviously to no avail. Seeing this, I had the amazing idea of capturing this stop motion movement with my camera's multishot feature. It took me a while to get it all set up on my little point-and-shoot, but I started taking a continuous series of shots. At that point the whole world started turning into what my camera was capturing, but instead of being in fast motion due to the low number of frames rate I was taking, it was in super slow motion.

We were getting closer to catching that silly fox but not close enough. In a moment of genius, one of my other friends suggested that another way we could stop him was with bullets. (This is still in good humor...) So everyone brandishes machine guns and starts spraying lead everywhere, and bullets fly around the park in slow motion. I don't join in because I still have my camera in hand, taking continuous shots and keeping the world in slow motion. But unfortunately, I run into a tree and become fused into it and everything goes downhill.

I'm half-stuck in its trunk and my friends are still shooting. I'm not worried at first, but one, then two, and then a few stray bullets start coming towards me. I get lucky with a couple waves but then one, then two, and then a few start hitting me in the body. Wave after wave start drilling me as the air gets thicker and thicker with slowed down bullets (think The Matrix). I'm getting torn apart and when my camera finally gets blown away, the world slowly returns to normal speed. I fall out of the tree and stagger behind it, feeling really heavy. All my friends run up to me, worried about what's happened. Strangely, I'm all right. I'm just really happy I got that all on my camera. We go back to the restaurant for more awesome burritos. I continue to write my novel but this time with a new idea.

The concept? A story of children that learn they can play around, slowing down time. However, they don't realize that though they are slowing things down, the rest of their world drives ahead in parallel. In a climactic finish, they come to realize the dire effects of this when they intersect with their future that is occuring at a different rate. They try to reconcile with the real time they belong to, but only bullets materialize from the war that is happening and they are all cut down.

I realize I have really wild dreams when I don't get enough sleep during the week. Normally when I'm well-rested I either don't remember my dreams or don't have interesting ones. It could be either a good or bad thing. The night before last I woke up screaming because I thought some huge, fat, juicy, translucent, light blue with purple spots colored bug was crawling all over my back. I jumped up in bed and my roommate, still awake, gave me a really shocked and weird look. Later that day, I noticed I had some kind of bug bite behind my shoulder. I don't even know what to think. Telling a friend about it later, I drew a picture of the bug. I felt nervous seeing it again.