Brad had contracted some STD and his arms rotted off, and one of the nurses was a Will Ferrell impersonator. I somehow knew it wasnt the real Will, and called him out on it, and he started crying, complaining how he "never got no respect from nobody." He spoke with one of those stereotypical southern black woman accents, and got all crazy when Brad called him a whore. I was dressed in hunting orange... and I didnt even wake up with a hangover.
god. pretty much everything in that dream was inspired by these forums. come on army, take me away.....