Theyr're here...

I swear, the aliens have landed and they're messin' with my head!

I had the weirdest dream last night. It started off well enough, my sister, father and I where going camping and we where driving along the road in his Mercedes. Something happened, perhaps a piece of equipment was dislodged or something, but it required that my father take a look at it.

As he was messing with the rigging, the car began to move forward. Dad reassured me that it was ok and I just accepted it.

Suddenly, there appeared ahead of me, a rather burly man wearing a ski mask. In his left hand he had a gun and in his right, a sack with a big dollar sign on it.

I pointed to him and exclaimed "Ahh, look! A robber!"

It was then as if the car ceased to exist and the robber punched me in the neck. That's right, in the neck. Left side.

The car came back and I ran over him. I drove for about 50 yards and stopped. I walked back with a crowbar, I think, and saw that he had been beheaded. There was no blood though, and it didn't phase me. I then asked him to give me a good reason to call the ambulance (he had punched me in the neck after all).

Even though his lungs weren't attached, he managed to say something and I called for the ambulance.

Immediately, I found myself running from a bunch of people. It was an odd run though, I couldn't get going much faster than a brisk power walk.

I kept going, jumping a few fences on the way. I got to a house and ran upstairs. It was there I was cornered in a room and as soon as it had started, my pursuers lost all interest in me. I walked outside and a Cadillac drove up.

It had hydraulics and when it stopped, it dropped down ot the ground. A man stepped out and I asked him, "Man, that must kill your tires."

He replied simply with "Yea..."

Then I woke up to my 6:10 alarm. This all occured in a 10 minute time span.

Steve Healy suggested I see a shrink. I think I need more sleep...