I had a very vivid dream last night. I dreamed that I was at a Walgreens right next to where I lived in downtown Denver. This Walgreens had an escalator inside. I was riding down the escalator with a good friend of mine since childhood, noticing the line up ahead was pretty long. We waited in line and checked out, and walked around the parking lot. As we were walking, the parking lot and the city vanished, and we were suddenly in a very recognizable place caught in a crossfire with some ver unrecognizable military forces. I jumped into an abandoned tank while my friend ran into an old camping trailer, our destination. I turned the tanks guns on both sides battling on this little swath of land, and, once I drew their fire, abandoned it and ran toward the caper myself. Once inside, it was dark. My friend was playing with some toys, and my son was running around in there, getting into stuff, totally oblivious to the loud explosions going on just outside. I knew we had to go, but I had no idea where. I didn't want to get killed in this damn camper...
Then I woke up. I have no idea what the brain is doing. Is it trying to tel me something, or is it just flexing it's creativity muscles in a thrilling and exciting way?
Wow.
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