Come with me if you want to live.

I'm a dreamer. We all are right? Last night though was one for the books. Usually I don't remember them, but this one was just too good not to.

So let's go through the dream-scape rundown:

Aliens? Check.
Water balloons? Sure why not.
A sea turtle? Ok, now I'm even lost. And I'm the one that had the dream.

Ugh. Alright. I'll go with it. Because I'm sure any alien invasion includes water-filled projectiles. So there I am...blaster gun in hand...locked and loaded ready to defend the planet...with the bravado of a modern day, true life "John Conner" - sans the Austrian robot giving chase. When suddenly wouldn't you know it? Yep, there goes my sister. Held captive by ET's cousins. Makes sense to go after her right? Well I totally would have if it weren't for the crazy amount of random...tornadoes. That's right. Freaking tornadoes. Cause you can't have an "end of the world, apocalyptic event" without erratic weather. Jesus, Dicaprio dealt with less in "Inception".

It was all sooooo easy for you wasn't it? Keep smiling jerk.

Glad to see that my mind state is on an even keel while I'm sleeping. If  I've learned anything from this experience, it's this: No more nachos before bed. Don't eat and dream people.