dreamtime
last night i had a dream that me and my wife were being held in a prison somewhere and someone fired three heat-seeking missiles (specially calibrated to target us) so we tried to hide in our cells but there was no where to hide so we tried to change our heat patterns by jogging in place and rubbing our hands together and stuff but that didn't help either because one of the missiles found nicki (it was kinda sneaking around slowly like a wolf sniffing out it's prey) and suddenly i was in her cell (either to protect her, or provide a heat-emitting distraction) when suddenly the missile turned into a guy with a hi-liter marker (florescent blue -- in his right hand) and a little mini pocketknife (in his left hand) and he was trying to cut me and highlight me at the same time so i grabbed for his wrists and when i did that i moved in real life and i ended up knocking a glass of water on the floor and breaking it so i had to get up and get a broom and sweep up the broken glass at 5 o'clock in the morning.

2 Comments:
Sounds like to many video games!
I once ironed a shirt in my sleep.
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