Why do I have these dreams? ;; They are getting sort of worse and worse.
I entered a lift, Obama and that Mitt-person were standing in it toos, Mitt beind Obama. I shot Obama in the head (I think it was that desert eagle again) and it kind of killed that Mitt-person too, and they fell down on the floor in a silly pile. A woman came into the lift, we smiled, and went to the top floor. She went to do some other stuffs while I went to my room to get something to drink, and on my way back to the lift, one of them turned out not to be dead, and had turned into a lawyer. He was running really fast and I started running after him, chasing him through floors while he started talking on his phone, doing lawyer stuff I guess. After a while I caught up with him, and started hitting him in the head with the thingy on my keychain, but that did not work out too well so I kind of swapped to holding the keychain from the thing and started hitting him in the head with my keys. Then the woman sort of came running with this thing that looked like half bread-knife, half saw, and started jamming it into the lawyer from all directions. She was way better at making sure people were dead than what I was, and pretty much killed the lawyer. She also gathered his goo on a Taco Spice-Mix bottle which she gave to me.
I went to my bedroom to tidy up stuff and find a place to put the spice mix, but was disturbed because I had to eat breakfast, but I was disturbed again by the doorbell, so I opened it but only a tiny bit because I was not wearing clothes and stuffs and there were a few kids there and I closed the door but they opened it again and they were holding a bag of tortillas, so I gave them the spice mix and things kind of get unclear but I think I made breakfast.