Odd dream...
May. 12th, 2009 06:51 amI had a dream last night that I spent a whole afternoon laying out in a little grassy courtyard, trying to shoot Saddam Hussein, who was lounging on a balcony a couple hundred yards away. Every time I missed, he would just laugh, shake his head a little and take another sip of his martini - it was very Wile E. Coyote & Roadrunner.
At the end of the day, I finally had to go back home, because I'd run out of ammo. First thing the next morning, I drove out to this little convenience store to buy more, (plus a bag of diapers, because there was also a baby with me, for some reason.) And the dude behind the counter was Saddam! He rang me up for a box of 500 rounds of 22lr and a bag of diapers, and just said 'better luck next time'.
That's all. I just thought it was remarkable, because my dreams are usually a totally different kind of weird.
At the end of the day, I finally had to go back home, because I'd run out of ammo. First thing the next morning, I drove out to this little convenience store to buy more, (plus a bag of diapers, because there was also a baby with me, for some reason.) And the dude behind the counter was Saddam! He rang me up for a box of 500 rounds of 22lr and a bag of diapers, and just said 'better luck next time'.
That's all. I just thought it was remarkable, because my dreams are usually a totally different kind of weird.