So...I recently had a dream I was fighting zombies out side of a old country store somewhere in backwoods Texas. My dad was Kurt Russell, and we were standing in the back of an old beat up pick up truck just shooting away. I was killin with a 6-shooter, and I asked pops to go get me some ammo from inside the store, and he brought me back shells and gunpowder. Thanks alot pappa Kurt...so I'm supposed to make my own bullets in the middle of a zombie war? Anyway, I go inside to get my own damn ammo, and find a drawer labeled "ammunition". How helpful. I open it up to find it full of greeting cards. Just then, I hear my friend (who I don't know in real life, and I didn't have anyway until that point in the dream) getting eating my a zombie, because she was too busy trying on makeup in the cosmetics section of the store. I leave her there. Seriously though...if you can't even turn away from the eye shadow long enough to notice a friggin slow zombie coming at you, you probably deserve to die. So I run back outside just in time to have a zombie lunge at me, and I shoot him the in the eye socket (gruesome BTW), and then I hop in the back of the pick up again with pops and keep on shooting (don't know how, since I never did find any ammo). Then I woke up. And then I went back to sleep and had another dream which I cannot repeat here, for fear of scarring the children.
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