I had the strangest dream last night. And starting off a blog by saying that doesn't necessarily mean good things to come. <---- If you know what I mean. ;)
It started with me and Sgt. A in what was my house. Some other people there that I know but didn't recognize in the dream I just knew that I knew them. We had gotten word that someone was going to come over and try to rob us and kill us. A and I both had our 9mm on us armed and ready.
A and I were talking and I thought he said something about killing me or shooting me in the back of the head. I wasn't having any of that. So when he went down into the basement, all the lights were off and I followed him down there. Knowing exactly where he was I got on the floor and was sneaking around trying to get into good position from the ground. I reached my gun around the corner of the door way when I see a bright flash. Then bam the bullett hits me in my back. It stung like hell and I couldn't move. A came running up asking if I was ok and I said "Damn man! You shot me in the back!" He looked at my back and said "Yep I did. I can see its still there". He then helped me up and I walked off the pain.
When the two guys arrived to either rob or kill us we were ready for them. I was posted at the front door and one tried to break in but I had my foot jarring it. I grabbed my cell phone and called 911 and explained the situation. Before I hung up the operator had told me it would be 2 hours for help to arrive! Two hours! I was livid. Then I remembered I had a 425 number which is a Seattle number and duh of course it would take 2 hours for them to get to Portland. So I asked her for the number to local 911 and she gave me some 18 digit number that I had to write down.
The robber pushing in the front door managed to move my foot out of the way and squeeze in. I proceded to punch him in the face with my right hand, gun in my left hand until he gave up and went after his accomplise. After this conflict I now had their weakness. I stepped outside and around the corner of the house finding Robber #2. I began knocking his teeth out but all he did was sit there and grin. He pointed to the clip board he had in his mouth to sheild him from my blows. I ripped that thing out and punched him twice square in the forehead saying "How does that feel?!" He replied "Ouch ok that hurts" and took him to the curb and waited for the police.
And then I woke up. I didn't eat anything funny before going to bed. Just a ham/salami sandwiche. Wonder what it all means?
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