i've been jealous of E for some time now in that he has the most fantastic dreams. and i rarely remember my dreams. or at least i've trained myself not to remember them. but last night i had a dream that was incredible to experience:
E and i were riding out at the lake and on the west horizon we could see that cambell centre and the doubletree hotel at campbell centre was burning. i'm talking towering inferno-burning. we drove butch over check it out. when we arrived, we were among a crowd gathered in a parking lot watching the blaze. suddenly the southwest airlines shamu plane crashed into a tall brick warehouse that isn't even part the real campbell center. the warehouse didn't collapse, but there was a perfectly round hole where shamu flew into it.
suddenly a man jumps out of shamu and starts shooting at us from the warehouse! i'm not sure where he got it, or where he learned to use it, but E whipped out a pistol and started shooting back. i was busy trying to find a place to hind in the parking lot! E, my hero!
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