No, not literally.
This is my first post so I'll give you the LD, I've been having really bizzare dreams lately. They've been so vivid that I've been able to remember almost every detail. They might entertain you, they might disturb you just keep in mind that they're just dreams!
So it started out like this;
A friend of mine was entered into some sort of pageant, and I was grabbing her pretty red dress "winners" dress for her from her house. On my way to meet her I get a phone call that her car has broken down so she hi-jacked a snowplow so she wouldn't be late. There's snow all over the road so it makes sense right? Anyways, I met up with her at a gas station and instead of taking my car we take the snowplow, which at this point has transformed into a semi truck with a snowplow on the front. I hop inside, and there's Danny McBride (Pineapple Express) and my friend.
I think to myself, AWESOME DANNY FREAKIN McBRIDE!!! Then the thought crossed my mind, wait... why is Danny McBride in my friends hi-jacked semi/snowplow? Oh well. We start to go.
All of the sudden, my friend has morphed into the evil version of Liam Neeson (Taken) who has apparently gone insane and smashed our truck plow into a post and starts scream, "ONE OF US IS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!"
So, me, apparently being a master debater convince Liam Neeson that its Danny McBride who is supposed to be dead. McBride says, "Well shit."
Now, I've been charged with the task of making sure that Danny McBride is dead. I convince him to leave the truck (which has now morphed into some sort of shack similar to those on the oil rigs) where apparently there are several vicious dogs. He steps outside, Neeson and I high five.
Seconds later, he's back in the snowplow/semi/shack saying there's no dogs outside. So, I take him back outside with a gun in the back of my pants like a straight up G. He turns around, I point the gun at him. He says, "You'll have to defeat me first!", in a Russian accent all of the sudden. Then, BLAMO!!! Without any warning he pulls the craziest gun out of NOWHERE and starts shooting at me and launching RPGs with the same gun!
In this dream, I apparently have much quicker reflexes than in real life, like Matrix worthy. I dive behind the shack, and can hear Neeson laughing his head off from inside. Now I have to use my wits to outsmart Russian Danny McBride and his gun o' doom.
Here's what I do, dive around the otherside of the shack, he fires another RPG, I run around the otherside, another RPG. He seems to have unlimited ammo and I have only a few shots. So, I assume that McBrides' vision is based on movement much like a T-rexs. I sneak on top of the shack almost ninja like, and aim.
I shoot Danny McBride in the face 6 times (Rule 4, Double Tap) and he goes down. What do I do afterwards? Fist pump dance and say Arnold Schwarzenegger numero uno!
And then my cat Roulette jumps on my head and wakes me up.
Talk about crazy.
To Danny McBride, just incase you happen to scan the internet for your name and stubble across this by accident, I'm sorry I shot you in the face in my dreams.
Liam Neeson, You're crazy man!
Ummmm.....I don't know how to end this so..... THE END!
