Well, I had this dream and I wanted to write it down because it actuially meant a lot to me and I didnmt want to forget it.  I had this dream and it was the weirdest ting, it was all in first person perspective... like I was living it, like if you was playing a first person shooter. 

Im not exactly what timeline this took place, but I was living in this type of basement thing with friends and people I didnt know.  Our main source of food was potatoes and yams (dont ask me why, Ive never even eated yams before).   I dont know why the food thing was so important, but I remember seeing bags of potatoes ad yams, and in the dream I ate some that my friends cooked, and I cooked my own, also I accidentally wasted some a friend had made, and it was a mistake that I didnt realise until later in the dream and I felt bad about it (weird I know). 

Anyways, I'm this like, basement type thing, for some reason theres huge bow and arrow in a case, im moving out of my way, and talking to a friend while im shifting through this mess, it was a nasty dark place.  I heard this  voice come out of the darkness, coming from the bathroom.  It was someone crying for help, some guy.  In my dream, I felt bad for him, but kind of knew there was nothing I could do.  He was crying out loud, saying he needed help, needed work, and was all fucked up.  Finally I guess my friend couldnt take it anymore and said here, give him my number, tell him I own this place and I can maybe help him out sometime. 

It was a suggestion just to shut the guy up (from what my feeling was in the dream).  I had the piece of paper with the number on it, and I walked towards the crying person.  I got a look at him.  He looked all fucked up, top of his hair line was abnormally thinning, the rest of his hair was long, he was missing odd number of teeth, and he was very skinny, wearing a dirty white t-shirt.  I gave him the number and explained if he needed anything to call, he said nothing and walked away.  I remember thinking in my dream "he wont last", like he was doomed and he would be out soon (not exactly sure what that means either). 

I never wrote about a dream before but this was kinda freaked me out because I actually had emotion and feeling in it, and it was from first person perspective so I dont know, maybe thats why it freaked me out so bad.  My overview of it is its actrually my vision of the future.  Personally, I think these vaccines the government is giving out, and has been giving out are poison and they are need to keep dyumbing us down and keeping us controlled.  With the new H1N1 vaccine, I really do believe something big is about to happen, the people running the Anglo American New World Order are planning to create a new strand of disease, which attacks the people who have had the H1N1 vaccine.  The elitists are soon going to kill off 1/3 of the worlds population in order to control us easier.  Once they do that, they will impliment national lock down and martial law, I trhink my dream was a vision of how I see my future, living in a safehouse against the tyrannical government, just trying to survive.  But wtf do I know, its 5:21 in the fucking morning for fucks sake...