I had THE WEIRDEST dream this morning. It had a semi-post-apocalyptic feel to it. But I was in an area of a city that still retained its slightly upscale feel. The houses still had some luxuries, like an outdoor pool. But everything was overcast and the sky was weird colors. A friend and I were staying at another friend's house. Guess whose? Adam Burish. (Yeah, I have no idea either.)
So the friend (I actually have no idea who this was) and I had to buy some guns. For our own protection? Not really sure. But anyway, we were still going about this relatively legally? Kinda? I knew that Bur had a gun already so I figured he could buy more. But he was out of town, so I texted him to ask his social security number so I could send in an application for two guns. (Yes, I know this is completely ridiculous.)
Meanwhile, I went somewhere underground and brought my gun application with me and the dream changed a bit. I was now in Japan with Yoshi! We were in some underground tunnels and came across a small shop that was selling knives and lighters and stuff. But, you know, it didn't look like something illegal -- it had velvet-lined display cases behind wood and glass and everything! Totally legit except that we were in some underground tunnels. You know how these things go.
Anyway, I was looking at lighters and I asked Yoshi to ask the salesperson how much these particular lighters were. I don't know what the lighters themselves actually looked like, but they each came in a tin box with a slide top, and the part that doesn't make sense -- they had the Montreal Canadiens logo on the tin. Why would I want Habs lighters?! Yoshi asked how much they were and between the three of us we somehow negotiated a price for the two lighters. I feel like they were asking for something like £57 for the two, and we talked them down to £50. Don't ask me why the price was in £ and not ¥.
We started on our way back up through the tunnels when I realized that we hadn't gotten the guns (or submitted the gun applications with Bur's social security number) and took the opportunity to call Bur and see what he was up to; whether he'd be back soon or if I should go ahead and put the order in myself.
And then I woke up. =(
So the friend (I actually have no idea who this was) and I had to buy some guns. For our own protection? Not really sure. But anyway, we were still going about this relatively legally? Kinda? I knew that Bur had a gun already so I figured he could buy more. But he was out of town, so I texted him to ask his social security number so I could send in an application for two guns. (Yes, I know this is completely ridiculous.)
Meanwhile, I went somewhere underground and brought my gun application with me and the dream changed a bit. I was now in Japan with Yoshi! We were in some underground tunnels and came across a small shop that was selling knives and lighters and stuff. But, you know, it didn't look like something illegal -- it had velvet-lined display cases behind wood and glass and everything! Totally legit except that we were in some underground tunnels. You know how these things go.
Anyway, I was looking at lighters and I asked Yoshi to ask the salesperson how much these particular lighters were. I don't know what the lighters themselves actually looked like, but they each came in a tin box with a slide top, and the part that doesn't make sense -- they had the Montreal Canadiens logo on the tin. Why would I want Habs lighters?! Yoshi asked how much they were and between the three of us we somehow negotiated a price for the two lighters. I feel like they were asking for something like £57 for the two, and we talked them down to £50. Don't ask me why the price was in £ and not ¥.
We started on our way back up through the tunnels when I realized that we hadn't gotten the guns (or submitted the gun applications with Bur's social security number) and took the opportunity to call Bur and see what he was up to; whether he'd be back soon or if I should go ahead and put the order in myself.
And then I woke up. =(