Because I'm an idiot.
I called out sick for my new job today, and it's only my 4th day on the job. I guess you can call it playing hockey, but it did allow for me to finally get in all that sleep I've been missing out on. Close to 24 hours of sleep, minus a couple of peepee breaks in between, made for excellent resting time to dream.
In one of my dreams, I was walking down an alley until I was a good viewing distance of the money truck across the street. The firecrackers thrown in their direction began to pop, causing the guards to draw weapons as they looked around to see where the shots were coming from. I run across to the truck, watching the officers fall on a puddle of their own blood, grab a bag, and run. When I turned around, my eyes met with those of an injured officer across the street. Looking at the barrel pointed in my direction, I begin doing juke moves, in hopes that my timing will save me from the bullet headed in my direction. A dark figure appears from behind the officer, and with one quick spark, he was facing the ground. As I run down the street, I bump shoulders with another child who looked exactly like me. We both fall, but he gets up faster, either trying to get away from someone or somewhere, or trying to run towards the danger I had just left. At some point, I woke up with a boner, which soon unbonerized itself after having brief thoughts of squirrels trying to pick at boogers growing on trees.
My monthly horrorscope for the month of August says, "Beware of the dangers that lurk ahead. As lovely and enticing particular offers may sound, there is a hidden agenda that may possibly lead to some bad shit. Money will start to bless you with its presence, but be careful because as the old saying goes, 'The more money you come across, the more strippers you see.' Be thoughtful and all will be well."
I don't know what all that shit means, but I'm really looking forward to seeing these strippers.
Put your flags up!
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