Monday, August 21, 2023
Dreams 8/21
Dreamt that Ron and I were in the back of an Irish tavern with Colonel Klink from Hogan's Heroes. We had picked up a couple of boxes. Mine was a small brown box, Ron's was bigger and white. Then, we moved to the front of the bar. We were at the counter for a spell. There was a mirror behind the bar. Then, we proceeded out the front of the tavern which had an entry way between two glass doors. Before opening the second door, I saw Klink outside in his dress uniform and coat. He shot at me through the glass door. I ducked, and he missed. There was a wooden space below the broken glass of the door. We hurried back into the tavern and were on the floor behind the bar where I found a red handled pallet type of knife and pocketed it as my only weapon. Then, we were in a house with a spacious floorplan. The carpet was hunter green, and Shiner was there, hobbling around. Ron asked if we should leave him, and I told him, no, we were taking him with us. I went into the kitchen, which was this kitchen in the real house, moved the trash can, and pulled a small silver pistol from the bottom of the bread drawer. I went into the den, again, this house, and Shiner was there, shitting on the floor. I took a white rag and wiped up some of the wet shit. Klink was back, I surprised him, smeared the shit on the front of his coat, and shot him in the belly all at once before waking.
All Tuckered Out
I have to be real quiet, if I get up, poor guy wakes up and follows me. His first toy, there, is Houdini. I registered him. He's off...

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