I've been falling asleep extremely early lately, but waking up at the same time as usual, which, combined with stress, is probably why I'm having more dreams in general lately, especially weird ones. I had this one on Thursday night or Friday morning.
This was the final dream in a series of dreams, and is the only one I remember. It started out in third person, behind the stage of some kind of event to honor military veterans or something. Bert Mizusawa, John Walsh (the disgraced former U.S. Senator who had his master's degree revoked, not the America's Most Wanted guy), and someone else walked out from behind the curtain and onto the stage, and "I" followed them. They stood on the stage, and there were some other people already there on their left. Then, a hologram of John McCain was supposed to appear, walk forward, and stand beside them, but instead the real John McCain came back to life (not as a zombie or anything). He came back laying face down on the ground, and was apparently weak from being dead for so long or something. He crawled forward on the stage, kind of like a sloth, and apparently couldn't use his legs; I saw the part of the dream where he was pulling himself along from his perspective, but it quickly switched back to third person. Two Secret Service agents were there for some reason (I distinctly remember that one was Filipino), and they helped him by dragging him into a chair that was kind of like a big version of those stadium seats that some people bring with them to sporting events.
At this point, the dream shifts into first person. I'm actually there, standing on the front right corner of the stage, watching all of this unfold. All of a sudden, John McCain, the other Secret Service agent, Mizusawa, Walsh, and everyone else on the stage were all gone, and the Filipino Secret Service agent was sitting in the chair. He was now apparently disabled and had no use of his legs, but was still a Secret Service agent. The area in front of the stage was now some sort of stadium (the stage was where a section of seats should have been), and I was apparently going to engage in some sort of athletic contest against the disabled agent.
Before I can get to that, though, I apparently have to participate in some sort of "race," where everyone has to do a series of stretches and body weight exercises, and whoever finishes first wins. I started doing whatever thing came first, but what stretch or exercise we were supposed to do kept on changing, which only affected me. This pissed me off, and I started swearing. All of a sudden, my mom came up to me, and she was apparently pissed off at how pissed off I was or something. She grabs my left arm, which is apparently suddenly some sort of prosthetic, and has a port resembling the back of a VHS tape on the shoulder, and she presses a button to disable my arm. She asks me, almost hissing, if I want to die and go to hell. She keeps my arm disabled and asks me the same question a few more times, getting angrier and angrier, until I finally wake up.
