I had multiple weird dreams that all sort of bled into each other.
I don't exactly remember what order they were in, but they included the foll0wing:
I was at the mall and went to a Verizon kiosk because I had been calling calls from them claiming I was eligible for a free phone upgrade (and actually, they have been recently). To my complete surprise, I was eligible. I asked if my bill would change or if I'd be charged anything and they nope, here's your new Galaxy S7. The only caveat was that it was the display model, but I was sufficiently impressed anyhow. The weirdest part was I had one of those 'lucid dream' moments where I reminded myself that when I woke up in the morning, I should go to a verizon store and see if this is actually true.
Another dream I had involved a Bernie Sanders rally. As he was giving his speech, Hillary Clinton came in, said something trollish that I can't remember, and ran into a helicopter and flew away.
Thus begins the helicopter adventures.
Because in the next part of my dream, I was in some sort of holding area, which was a vast, open underground area that was filled with stone walkways and water, where I wasn't a prisoner, but I was trying to get others out. After freeing them, we hijacked a helicopter to get out, and I was flying. As we flew out of the underground complex, we get hit by a lot of Anti-aircraft fire and were shot down. At this point, this is where my brain decided the enemies were ISIS fighters, and when another helicopter came in to finish us off, it apparently got so low, one of the members of my little group was able to jump on, and throw the pilots out and land the helicopter. It turns out the helicopter was quite spacious, had multiple seats and was pretty well armed. We fixed it up a bit, repainted the insignia to something else, and got in, where this time, I did NOT fly. I suppose getting us shot down once was enough.
From there, we flew to Germany for some reason---some of the members of this group we rescued were part of this elite puppet comedy troupe who had a performance to get to (also, one of them was British). Their major catchphrase in their skits was "Butt kiss". It was uproariously funny. I guess. After a few scenes of the skit flashed by in my head, we got back in the helicopter, and flew away again, to who knows where.
While sitting a seat, the british member of the group started showing me all the gifts and money he had received from fans had given him from the Germany performance. I remember thinking, "And I have HOW much student debt?". As we were taking, another person noted there were some weird cabinets in front of the first row seats. So we go over and look and it appeared to be a little shop!....like a little skymall with all sorts of llittle touristy trinkets. Not only that, there were pictures inside the back wall of the cabinet of a Chinese man and his family, so I guess either this use to be a Chinese helicopter that was also an airline or...or...I don't know. But I ended up looking through the multiple cabinets and finding all sorts of things. I even found the guy's extra business suits. After I rooted through all this stuff, I sat back down and looked out the helicopter window and everything slowly faded away as I woke up.
Weird.
