As I've seen on a friend's website, I've taken to logging my dreams. It seems an odd thing, to me, but also curious. I have no unusual connotation with dreams. I don't believe they're gateways with spirit-worlds or our minds trying to convey a message to us.
Dreams are dreams.
The byproduct of a mind at rest analyzing the millions of electrical currents and data streams it's storing. More than anything, I suppose this will just be a humorous and voyeuristic look into my warped dreamscape. An attractive petite brunette. Some or all had firearms. There was a structure that seemed at once small and large.