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So last night had a crazy dream about Brandon. We were a part of a special SWAT team and were being attacked by aliens or zombies (they were kinda a mix). Anyway our whole group was killed and we were th only two left. We were trying to corral the civilians (more to get them out of our way than to save them). My riffle jammed so I hit the one attacking me in the face and ran. I then found a gatling gun. That's about as far as I remember.
Most importantly was that Brandon and I were kicking ass.
Most importantly was that Brandon and I were kicking ass.