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I got a little over eight hours of sleep last night for the first time in a while. And I had one of my really strange dreams. I've either had it before or it's from a movie? But I don't believe I've seen a movie with secret camping grounds for RVs and Tour Buses and the like that get mad at my family for going there without and RV or bus and try to attack us. And the FBI rescues my brother after being shot in the arm. WIth a pellet gun apparently. I remember a few key points of interest from the dream. The only toilet we could find was not so conveniently located in some Japanese garden-type place and I pooped close by to some people who were eating dinner...oops. Ridiculous numbers of recreational vehicles are really freaking scary. So are the white people who are so fond of them, when crossed at least. My brother got shot in the arm and the eyebrow. I cried because the FBI guys told me my brother had been shot. But then he was just sitting on some couch looking all pissed offf because "there's metal in my goddamn eyebrow!" Apparently Cam really values his eyebrows. And apparently the FBI is full of suck because they didn't help us. Then there was a battle or something that the cops came to break up so everyone split and we did too. In the confusion no one knew we were the ones they were trying to kill. Then we were with this guy, this friend of the family, and my mom had the bright idea to double back instead of leaving his glorious bus behind so we did. And it was pretty damn glorious, so I don't know why we weren't planning on doubling back in the first place, or why this mystery guy was going to leave it there. Anyway, this bus was somehow palatial inside. And there was a nice walking, talking bear who lived on the bus that served us some sandwiches and iced tea. So I guess Dr. Dolittle is a friend of my family, the fbi is occaisionally full of suck, my brother is hardcore, and never pull of the freeway to go poop if it is a secret RV hangout.
wtf mate....
wtf mate....