The bizare world of my brain, 1.0

Time for another weird dream.

It was aliens again. This week it's Protoss from StarCraft. "They've come to Earth to enslave us all and steal our women and molest our sheep!" The usual. On my way to work one fine day I get kidnapped off the street by a van full of Men in Black, get put into a high-tech medical Iron Maiden and emerge buffed up like a Warhammer 40k Space Marine. All I need us the cigar to look like Duke Nukem.

Ok, power armor and heavy bolter in hand, I go hunting aliens. The alien's vessel is grounded near a pasture. They're stealing sheep! I take cover behind a tree and open fire. Nice little firefight; they hit the tree but I hit them. An alien heavy weapons team blows my tree to splinters with a plasma gun and I fly into a creek from the explosion. As I get up, one of the aliens rips off my power armor helm and extends a probe / straw to suck out my brains. I feed it a grenade; the scene looks like one from Ahrnold's Commando. The one where the terrorist commander's head explodes.

The sheep seem grateful, though.

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