Subconcious rambling

Yesternight I had a wicked cool dream.

I was part of an elite commando squad charged with infiltrating the enemy. I was hanging around in my old elementary school cafeteria (which we all know is the best place ever to conduct wartime espionage), when all of a sudden I saw Hitler bolting across the room toward the door! I sprang into action and took down his ugly and frail Nazi business to the ground. It was a piece of cake (one, because he was old and weak; and two because everything is always really easy or insanely hard in dreams).

Once that was done, I figured the war was over so I started to walk home. Home to my bombed out village in New Mexico that is. I was mad. Partly because the Germans had bombed my tiny pastoral village, but mostly because the bus system was down because of the war and I had walk the whole way.

Luckily, I met up with this really gorgeous friend of mine and we walked together part of the way. Then she got tired, and so I had to sling her on my shoulder while she took a nap. I got tired of carrying her around, so I broke into an abandoned house and let her sleep in one of the beds while I went and tried to catch a bus.

The bus system still defunct, I decided I had just better finish walking home. I arrived at my village and saw that there were tons of homes that were all bombed out, and some that were just fine. My house happened to be in the "blown to pieces" category, so I was pretty disappointed.

Yup.