The Second To Last Supper

…when Jesus ate the last biscuit, Paul drank one to many martinis and Judas stiffed the waiter

These dreams…

So, last night I had a dream that I was driving along a highway way up on the Sierras. The only passenger in the car was Daisy and she was about twice her normal size. She also seemed to understand spoken english very well and answered my questions/comments with a bark for “yes” and a woof for “no”.

Anyway, we stopped at a little cafe/gas station for gas and some orange soda. The inside of the cafe was much larger than the outside and there were lots of creepy looking rednecks playing pool, drinking and generally raising hell.
One of the rednecks tried to kick Daisy and she ripped his leg off with one bite! I yelled “Holy Shit!” and then the rednecks turned into werewolves and started coming after us.

In a blink, we were back in the car, which could apparently drive itself, and I was shooting werewolves while Daisy was dropping some kind of hand grenades out the back window. Them werewolves was blowin’ up real good.

Then the dream shifted and we were back in Sacramento. After that, I segued into another dream that I can’t remember much of, except that someone was baking bread.

More blogstuff later.