I spent the majority of last night on a boat, trying to hide or otherwise escape from men with guns who wanted to shoot me. Why I don't know. I finally jumped off the back of the boat and into the water, where I was trying to hide under the water until the boat motored far enough away that I thought I could escape.
Thus I woke up more tired than I was when I went to bed, so I'm off to hit the hay.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Warning: Apparently, lack of sleep causes bad puns.
3 comments:
I had a night like that a few nights ago - I was hiding from Iranian cowboys that had been leading a trail ride, but then turned and started shooting everyone. You wake up thinking where did that come from.
Maybe I'm blessed, because I almost never remember my dreams. Unless they wake me up, and that's so rare it's probably an annual occurrence, or less frequent, even.
Lou, exactly. We are so on the same page with dreams.
Buck, you are blessed. I usually have a dream wake me up at least once a week. I do have good dreams, but I don't seem to ever remember those. It's the bad ones that stick with me.
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