Thread: Six gun quota

me and some friends were running through the jungle.
being chased by someone.
at first it seemed rather fun.
like a game.

but then i got this feeling of foreboding.
it seemed as if things changed from good to bad.
my friend nick (who i havent seen in months) was there.
we ran down some railroad tracks, and hopped a moving train.
he tossed me a bag.
and like i already knew what was in it, i reached in and started loading a couple guns.
(the bag had only revolvers in it.)
i even had one that shot shotgun shells.

as our perusers chased us, we shot round after round, but just like an old western, or a star wars movie, they were unable to hit us it seemed.

we hopped off the train, in a small town, ditching our tail.
after walking down a trail filled with tourists, we apeared to be in a distorted version of cannon beach Oregon.

while looking for something to eat, we ran into my mother in a resturant.
(we don't talk often, and i can't stand her for long periods of time)
after stopping to ask her where there is somewhere to get something good to eat, she told us it was in the other part of town.

we decided to get there by train.
as we were walking to it, my friend nick threw up.
i pushed him to keep going, and as we finally reached the train


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this is really odd to me, i've been dreaming nightly it seems, with full memory of them.
and this hasn't happened in years.
why would all these dreams be popping up outa nowhere?