Camping Comic Commandos

The dream began with a quest to find a comic, any comic. Walking along we happened upon a comic book store, so I say to my companions "Hey look! A comic shop! Let's go in!" they say "but you make comics" and I say "yea, that's why we gotta go in, I want to see what this little town has". So we entered the small building, which was an old building, it stood alone on an old street in a dusty little run down town. Inside there were tables filled with guys working on table top gaming pieces, painting them and playing with them; the tall narrow walls of the long store were covered in posters for games mostly but some comics. I went to the back and I asked the owner if they had any comics, and he replied "Naah, no one really wants comics so we have table top miniatures" and then I left.

We then went across the street and found a Library, which happened to have a bookstore in the entrance, so we entered and looked inside. I quickly found the "manga and comics" section which I thought sounded incredibly redundant, and began looking at a set of bookshelves set up in a U shape. Two young boys were looking at books rather loudly to my left, and said "Oh! WOW! They have it! 500 pages, hard bound special edition!" I leaned around the corner to see what they were excited about, hoping it was Womanthology, but it wound up being Black Butler or something. I quickly glanced at the rack and in the dream remembered that Womanthology wasn't out yet.

We then left the book store and went outside and back to the camp site. Suddenly commandos attack! My buddies and I ran, covered one another until and took out most all the commandos everyone was safely on the helicopters. The lead commando and I were the only ones left in a field, he was a big meaty guy that jumped a chain link fence in a single bound. I had no where to run, and was low on ammo when a truck carrying one of my buddies swung back around and I hopped on. The commando was fast and big, but the truck was faster.

Then I woke up and remembered I had forgotten to brush my teeth before going to bed in the camp site, so I went to the small restroom area to brush my teeth. One of my friends was in there and mentioned a sign they saw that read "do not go to sleep on the ground" and we both wondered "why?". Perhaps there was some sort of large dangerous mammal that lived in the area and liked to eat people that slept on or close to the ground. The building was made of cinder blocks and concrete and had no doors that would close, I could see outside the small cold restroom into the darkness of the night, and thought I saw something move, the size of a large dog. I was incredibly tired, and had trouble keeping my eyes open while standing and talking to my friend, so I told them I was going to head back to camp. They indicated they were going to stay in the bathroom the night, and sleep on the counter. I had trouble finding my flashlight. We could both hear something outside. I closed my eyes.

Then I woke up and was at an unfamiliar house, a large playful Great Dane was dancing around next to the low bed I was in trying to wake me up. I roused and the dog followed me. Some other friends, people I recognized I should know greeted me in their kitchen and asked how I had slept. I said "not that great, commandos."

Then my alarm went off and I woke up.

I don't like dreams within dreams, they are quite exhausting.