Sunday, November 6th, 2005
10:17 am - My Subconscious Is a Strange Place...  
I had the oddest dream last night. I was at Home Depot setting it up for a bare-knuckle fight between a good guy and a murderer. I cleaned out the two main aisles, then informed the participants that they were on their own if they went into any of the other aisles as there were big piles of lumber everywhere. All the while I was lecturing to the assembled crowd about how it was going to be just like the end of some movie (I was picturing the fight in The Quiet Man, but one of the participants in what I was picturing was Dean Martin's character from Rio Bravo) and insisting that whatever movie it was had stolen the sequence from Heaven's Gate (a movie I've never even seen). Anyway, the participants started before I was ready, and I was yelling at them to wait, and then I woke up and it was the middle of the night.

The moral of the story is never have a mini-Mounds bar and a can of vanilla Coke an hour before going to bed.
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