Man, I don't know if this cold is affecting my brain or what, but I had a doosy of a dream last night!!
I dreamt I saved Dick Cheney from assasination TWICE!
The first time was the weirdest. I was walking through a restuarant and I came up on a table where someone was looking over toward Cheney who was dining with his wife about 6 tables away.
Cheney had that goofy, open mouth showing his teeth look that Darrel Hammond always does when he's poking fun of him on SNL, and I said to the person I know as I was walking by "hey, you better be careful, that's the look he gets when he's getting ready to shoot".
As I walked out of the restaurant I noticed Cheneys expression hadn't changed, and when I got outside the restaurant I started worrying that maybe he was having another heart attack, so I was going to go back in when I see this guy all dressed in black running toward the restaurant with a big can of gasoline.
Somehow I knew this guy was going after Cheney so I got in front of him and we got into a struggle, he was trying to pour the gas on me, and got some out, but I managed to get most of it on him instead, and when he pulled out his lighter it ignited him so he burned up right in front of me.
The next time I saved Cheney I don't remember a lot about the details anymore, just to note that I was taken hostage along with two other people so that we couldn't screw up the hit on Cheney (this time they planned to shoot him). One of the women that was also hostage had a stun gun and gave it to me, and when I had the chance to be alone with one of the captors I managed to give him such a severe stunning that it killed him. I wish I'd just learn to use a gun in my dreams. It would be SO much easier.
Sounds goofy I know, but what the heck, I'm a national hero (QUIET JD!!!! )