Smuggling Jugglers

…it just sounded neat

I don’t think I’ve ever written about my dreams here on LJ, but last night’s dreamathon was a doozy.

First, I was dreaming that I was hunting a killer ape creature in the swamps of Louisiana. At one point, the big fucker attacked me and I speared him with this high tech harpoon thing. He sort of exploded.

Then, I seemed to have stumbled into New Mexico, where I was invited by Robin D. Laws to spend a few days at his spacious home. (I’ll note here that Robin actually lives in an apartment in his beloved Toronto, Canada) It was a rather futuristic looking home and Robin had more games and gaming accessories than you’d find at GenCon. Unfortunately, before I could look any of them over, I found myself in the sewer system of some big city. Soon, I was being pursued by either the living dead or killer winos.

I was armed with a pump shotgun and I was taking them out 2-3 per shot, but they kept on coming. Fortunately, the sewers began to turn into more proper automobile tunnels. I jacked a car from some stoner and was soon driving through the streets of Sacramento like the reincarnation of Steve McQueen in Bullit.

After awhile, I arrived at home, where Grace was baking pies. Lots of pies. Now, this is very unGracelike, but damn, those pies smelled great. Then I woke up.