I spent yesterday being very busy: pick up my check, get a new cord for the computer, do some scheduling, meet the grandmother-in-law’s new boyfriend, have a family pizza dinner while meeting the new guy, stay up late helping my wife with a project, and deal with two more unruly than normal kids all day.
This all culminated in a very odd dream:
I had to go to UNH to help a friend (who no longer attends UNH) with a project. For some reason, despite the no weapons policy of the school, I decided to open carry my model 10*.
Somehow, I ended up in Manchester having to pick up a few things and was promptly detained by a cop and a half. One was an explorer type deal. The actual cop asked me to go along with a training scenario and walked off leaving the explorer with me. I asked if I was being detained and was given no answer, so I kept walking. At this point, the explorer started to draw his gun and the actual cop came back, telling me I was detained. Senior cop returned and again requested I go along with the scenario. I stayed silent the whole time and was released.
Then, I somehow got to Durham to help my friend, but the scene was from a mall out west. There was a massive crowd all presenting projects publicly. After my earlier detainment, I decided to cover my 38 and had no further incident for a while.
After wandering aimlessly for what seemed like forever through a sea of people, I accidentally angered an insane student working on building a fake monastary. He proceeded to stalk me and try to strangle me. I drew at one point and he stopped. At this point, the local smokies booted me off campus.
Upon return home, all of our friends were at my house having tea with my wife. It was a long ride, so I headed for the bathroom. After washing my hands, I got a voice-mail from a known area code, but unknown number. It was a sixty-one year old woman writing me a long love song/poem type thing. She sounded just like the match-maker in Fiddler on the Roof. She also told me she was coming over. After a long and stressful day, this was too much, and I fell to my knees.
The old woman never came, but when it got late, I had to run to the neighbors to get something. There, a young woman tried to seduce me into a passionate affair on the spot. I managed to get out and woke up as I was walking back home.
I guess the moral of this dream is to never eat a leftover slice of buffalo chicken pizza with a cup of tea right before bed in the ungodly hours of the morning.