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For some reason in many of my dreams my closet holds any weapon anyone could ever want. In this dream it held equipment for my friends and I to hunt preaditors. You know, the ones from the movie. Moastly I remember that I was a sort of quartermaster, handing out equipment requested by my friends. It was heavy firepower stuff, flamethrowers, rocket launchers, even swords and other medievel weaponry. There were racks and racks of gear, way too much to fit in my closet. There was an armored suit for each of us that looked like a swat team suit with all the clips and buckles. When all the gear was distributed we al piled into our armored personell vehicle and headed to where we knew there were preaditors. I remember that this was just a game to us, like a bunch of guys going out hunting deer. We were that good.