New York in chaos: so I had this awesome→[More:]
dream last night.

The revolution started with a riot, which spread to the point where the police had to leave Manhattan, and they were replaced by this strange fascist-looking army (black clothes, black riot helmets, black M-16s, big Russian-looking tanks) to come in and quell the disturbances, only the mobs and the revolutionaries (of which I was one) beat the government troops back to a beachhead of sorts at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel.

I was searching for a way to the roof of one of the castle-like buildings overlooking the egress from the tunnel, where the government was trying to bring in more tanks and reinforcements to kill New Yorkers with. Carrying a shoulder-launched rocket and a few spares, I rounded a corner to find an entire troop of blackshirts resting or awaiting deployment, so I turned and ran, straight towards another group; I ducked into a building and raced up the fire stairs to the roof, where I had a perfect view of the tunnel.

A line of tanks was on its way through the tunnel. I waited until three had emerged, side by side, carefully aimed, and blew the turret off the first one. The others turned their cannons towards me, but couldn't get the elevation to hit me, so they settled for firing salvoes into the tenth floor of the twenty story building I was on. I paused, reloaded, and blew up two more tanks, and the building began to crumble under me, and I fell, thinking, "If those tanks didn't block the tunnel, this building will. The city is ours!" I shouted "VICTORY!" as I fell, crushed to death in the rubble.

What a great fuckin' dream. I feel ALIVE!