whatever it is

that drives my dreams, it's also returned (not related to the coffee, thought, this has been for a couple of months).

among other things, last night i and my paly spu were on the lam for some reason. we were at some kind of rest stop, which i went to use. when i came out, spu and his charge were gone, and there was a police officer. he began to interrogate me, and i wisely asked whether i was under arrest. he said no. i said i wasn't going with him, then, and he got upset. i asked to see his badge, which, for some reason, was obscured, being up on top of his shoulder, facing the sky.

he pulled it down a bit for me to see, it was silver, and bore the name "church of [very litigious psuedo-religious group, widely hated on the Internets]". i laughed in his face, then punched him in his face, and walked away.

a little later, i was at some kind of reception with spu, perhaps we were celebrating our narrow escape from The Man. i looked out through the sliding door, and damned if the fake copper wasn't out there, bayonetting spu's charge! wtF!

i tapped my paly and pointed. we became upset, but i reminded him that i always carry a pocket knife. he opened the glass door, the fake cop stopped stabbing our friend and lunged at me, i deftly deflected the attack with my forearm, and proceeded to slice up the [hated pseudo-religious group] man's torso, much like one slices a mango.

then i woke up.

good times!