I just woke up from a ridiculous dream.
some bad dudes with generic TV bad dude foreign accents told me to help them kill somebody. THey didn't ask, they didn't hire, they just told. Bad guys are assholes. I'm pretty sure it was my sister's husband or her family. Anyway it wasn't cool. It might have been someone else too I don't remember. Anyway, the whole thing took place at this way too brightly colored bed and breakfast because it was somebody's wedding. I can't remember whose not that I'm awake. So I'm outside sneaking around with a few different guns and I just decide, "fuck it." I stash the larger guns and go inside and tell my sister. She's freaked out and so I tell her husband instead.
My shooting whoever I was supposed to shoot was only the first part of whatever plan there was and that would be their signal to start their part. so, after letting the cat out of the bag, I call my bad dudes. They ask if it's done and instead of telling them to fuck off, I ask if they are interested in buying some Boy Scout popcorn from my nephews. Irate shouting erupts on the line and then I try to continue to tell them something, but now I've forgotten what it was. That's a sadness because it was some excellent bullshit. until I find that they have hung up.
On with the rest of the day. I'm splitting my time making sure decorations and settings and everything is perfect for this wedding and making sure generically foreign bad dudes don't show back up. It's very banal and exciting all at once. I'm pretty much a badass. Fuck, this whole thing is slipping away now....Random foreign bad dudes do show up but are captured and then the black federal prosecutor lady from "BONES" shows up to take them away.
I turn around and say, "Let's get this shindig under way," to realize that I'm in a hoodie and jeans and I should be in a bridesmaid dress. "Oh shit, I suppose I should put on a dress and get my hair did." At that point another bridesmaid comes inside with a half finished dress and a mess of hair. evidently the dresses are being constructed on the brides maids and it's not my turn yet since I was so busy saving everyone earlier. Someone sits me down to do my hair and again I say, "fuck it," and somehow magic myself into being ready. That's way better anyway. So in waiting for hings to begin, I'm sitting under a tree with Lacy and a bunch of other people and I realize that it's a grand mixture of all kinds of people from my youth, most of which I dislike. at that point I lean over to Lacy and tell her I don't really want to be there anymore and my alarm went off.
