Last night I dreamt that I was going to take Max to a Rockies game but I needed to buy something warm for us to wear. So I rode a series of elevators up from a parking garage to get to a store...meanwhile I'm also trying to coordinate picking up a new TV for my mom in Greeley, so she ends up buying my Rockies game gear. Then all of the sudden, my friend Erinbear and her mom are trying to fly into Denver from Boston but their flight is cancelled because of an attempted terrorist attack. Later, we watch a small plane nosedive crash and explode into flames. A shooting happens on the street and we retreat to our apartment in a highrise. We hear a knock on the door and it's this suspicious little kid who is trying to hide from all the violence. I make him a bed on our couch and keep my eye on him.
Dreams like this make me welcome my alarm.
As I ponder where these violent dreams are coming from, I think I know...Mike made me watch a video of his brother's hunting company, where they shoot an elk. This has happened before and normally he tells me when to stop watching, aka right before the murder takes place, but this time I watched the whole thing. I've never seen such a site. The noises associated with this type of thing are not pleasing to me. Based on the narrative I provided and the comments I made, I can guess I won't be invited on any Atkinson hunting excursions in the near future.
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