I think I had the most violent dream last night, in relation to AUL.

So, for starters, the beans that you normally see have been teleported into the real world, so essentially an alternate universe exists.

I ended up taking the role of Player in this fever dream and for some reason found myself successfully enrolling in the army. Yeah, nothing wrong, just a bean going to war and fighting for a good cause and all that. But, it turns out that the entire military consisted of beans, one of which was none other than Veteran, although I didn't interact much.

All except for one man with a handlebar mustache, because why not, who was actually human and I'm gonna stereotypically assume is British, who was the general.

Anyways, one of our missions involved travelling by tank to a certain location that was never revealed at the end of my dream. Anyways, I noticed that this was a very unusual tank with the inside consisting of gears and stuff you'd find in old clockworks. This is important, trust me.

So, as our leader, the British Mustache (nickname), Veteran and me were discussing the plan for the upcoming stages ahead, our tank got shot at by the enemy, because we had arrived at their territory. Unfortunately, this particular tank wasn't the most stable piece of machinery and came crumbling apart from the inside.

And, as you'd expect, the gears came falling down, and these gears were hella sharp because one had just so happened to lodge itself in my left hand and out, bringing back my fear of sharp objects, so I was basically writhing in pain.

The general knew that staying was no longer the best option and ordered us to escape from the onslaught. Just after he did though, another gear came rushing down and lodged within his head, and possibly entered the brain, killing him with a little blood spurting out. (Nooooooo! British Mustache!)

Anyway, we had to jump across the tanks as they were still on the move, nothing a little parkour couldn't handle. Problem was, it was foggy and dark as hell, so it was almost impossible to see from a longer distance.

Veteran was in a heap of trouble because several guns were pointed at him by the enemy and in an effort to try and stop him getting shot, I spread my arms apart and got the enemy's attention by shouting "Hey, dipshits, come and get it!" (okay, maybe not that, but it was something along those lines).

Before you know it, I ended up getting torn apart by bullets, but Veteran was too far away to notice (no biggie), so I was practically lifeless at that point and fell off the tank, surprisingly not getting run over by any other tanks, or getting shot at more by the enemy to ensure I was actually full-on dead.

Next thing I know, I woke up in an ice filled area, presumably rescued by some kind hearted fellows and suddenly realised that I could survive bullets because Player possesses plot armour.

And all of a sudden, I looked at some concept art of some kind of presumably me, as I was blue, including the beanie. So, my guess is that the cold had eventually got to me and had turned my body into a different shade.

I honestly have no idea what that means, have I gotten ice powers that I could manipulate at will? Because that would be fucking awesome. Too bad the dream ended, before I could further progress.

All I know atm, is that I'm stuck in some random location, not knowing where Veteran or the others are. They're probably worried for me, so it'll probably be a case of me travelling my way back home to the beans, if I even know where they are.

Anyways, that's about it. If you wanna make a story out of this you can, because I cannot be arsed (sorry, but I'm not a writer, I'm more of a reader), and I know you'll be disappointed to hear that, but that other book was purely as a vent to Player constantly losing to bullshit.