Insane dream last night. For some strange reason, I was in Korea with my father and my uncle. We were at some art gallery or museum. Something like that. I think we were trying to rob the place.
BOOM, all of a sudden we're in the back of some military jeep with angry Koreans throwing molotov cocktails at us. The road is very bumby and I have no gun or anything. A bazooka would have been nice. I will be honost with you all right now. I was scared. It felt so real.
Now we are at some small jungle village. My girlfriend Chris is now in the dream as well. The Koreans blew my dad's left arm off, which needed medical attention.
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