As these things often do, the bit dissolved into raving hilarity and my friends and I raced out of the store, slipping on the slick linoleum as the old man who ran the register shouted at us. There was a collision at the door, guns were drawn, we raced back to the truck as shots were fired and sped off into the night.
Last night's dream I don't remember most of. But one part involved me reading LJ. There on my friend's list was an icon depicting the highlight moment of the prior dream. As I watched, it became more of a movie and froze frames to highlight areas where bullets hit all around us as we made our escape. It was both funnier and scarier to watch that version.
