Weird dream.

I dreamt that I was the last non-smoker on Earth, and that the tobacco companies decided to concentrate their entire marketing force solely on me.

So here I am, holed up in a classroom in the corner of the second-floor of my home church in Lexington, TN. There is a camera crew outside in the hallway, and there are police outside on the street looking up at me, and they have their guns out. All I have is a slingshot, and I don't even have any rocks – all I have is what's in my pockets, and I can't get my tube of Blistex to stay in the pocket of the slingshot so I can sling it at the cops. So I jump out the window on the other side of the building where they're not looking.

Fortunately, I'm wearing anti-gravity shoes (see pic), which have a separate steering handle, and I scoot back to Nashville, which is now only a couple of miles away (apparently they moved Lexington (and Vanderbilt) to just west of Franklin).



In other news, I still haven't found the wasp in my apartment.

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