War, weird weapons and BBQ

By: Joe Mcadory | Opelika Auburn News
Published: January 21, 2009 | 0 Comments | Post a Comment

Had a weird dream the other night that I can't explain. Figured I'd share it with whover might be reading this.

Dreamed I was dressed in full battle fatigues somewhere in Central America. I kinda looked like Rambo. I had to lead my troops into a building occupied by bad guys. I don't know who they were. Drug cartel? Regardless, it was guerrilla warfare.

But I told an older gentleman in the platoon that he must stay behind or he'd end up getting himself killed.

So, I snuck into the building hiding behind walls and crept slowly up a staircase. Once at the top of the stairs, I paused to rest on the floor behind a wall, and there was the old soldier already there with a big gun in his hands. Since he went this far I suppose he could go ahead and go the rest of the way. I told him to get the weapon ready and we were going to knock down this door and begin taking people out.

Here's where it gets weird. I went to draw my weapon and it was just a clear, red Bic pin. Not one of those fancy James Bond pens, but one with regular old ink. So, I grasped it like a knife and figured I'd stab a few of the bad guys in the neck. Whatever.

As soon as we got in the room we told everyone we had to leave because we were supposed to get barbecue.

Priorities.