Sleepwalkers

Insomnia makes for some weird shit. Seriously.

I don't know what brings it on, but I got hit with it last night after sleeping pretty good for a few weeks. I was actually getting used to sleeping at night - strange, I know - until last night.

The usual. If I wasn't staring at the dark ceiling, I was waking up immediately after nodding off. Only one time did I get fifteen minutes or so of uninterrupted sleep. That's when the dream happened.

It was some sort of apocalyptic catastrophe-type situation. I was sitting in some sort of shelter full of people of many nationalities. I had The Wifey, The Little Girl, most of my guns, and some various other stuff. The mood was generally pretty low, and it got worse when I met this Gestapo motherfucker (he was German, and had a thick German accent. Srsly) who posed the question, "Do you haff any identification or any veapons of any kind?" To which I answered, "We're still on American soil. Yes, I have ID. No, you cannot see it."

That was apparently a bad thing to say, because this guy had enough Gestapo motherfucker friends to cause me to leave the building with only family and guns in tow and make with the hauling of ass cross-country. I had moments of hitch hiking, "borrowing" of vehicles, ruined areas, not-ruined areas, and even getting some temporary reprieve aboard the tour bus of Bill Engvall.

I do not know why Bill Engvall and his tour bus made their way into my chase-scene-laden dream, but they sure as hell did.

I've been kinda off since that one. I'm all ears, comments section.



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