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...so I'm running it through again. Let's see what happens.

 

An Inauspicious Moment in Troubling Times  

In last night's dreams, I was on the run, or on vacation, or perhaps both.  All I know is that it it involved an angry mob, three cats, and a stolen Econoline van...(and Rienna and I, in a hotel room, doing some horizontal hugging). 

I was on the balcony of a tall hotel building, looking down as a crowd began gathering on the street below. Some of them began throwing rocks up at me and taunting me to come down. The rocks whizzing past my head did not make me inclined to to want to do that, and I watched as they moved down the street.

An unsettling scene began to unfold. The cheering mob began playing a game called “Rush the door, expel the intruders.” In violent fashion, waves of 50 or 60 people would storm a house and subsequently be thrown out, and ceremoniously pummeled, by its occupants. It was being played with great enthusiasm and ardor. 

Meanwhile, inside the hotel with Rienna, as we lay on the bed hugging, she expressed a desire for me to "eat her pussy." As this was happening at the same time as one of my cats had gone missing temporarily, my mind couldn't help going to the comical Trump quote from the debate: "They're eating the dogs...They're eating the cats." 

About that time, the cat was brought back by hotel staff, uneaten, and thanks to the interruption, no cunnilingus was performed by me on Rienna.

"Shut the door, would you," I said to the hotel clerk, only slightly miffed, since he had returned my cat, albeit not at the most auspicious moment.

It soon became clear, with the crowd outside and their growing appetite for destruction, that it would not be safe for us to continue to stay at the hotel. We loaded up the cats and all of our clothing into someone's Ford Econoline van. 

As Rienna and I sat in front seats, ready to make our escape, I noticed that the parking brake was off, and we were slowly rolling towards a cliff. 

"Put your foot on the break, honey," I said to Rienna, but it was too late. 

We kept rolling forward, and we were destined to plummet off the cliff. I remember thinking, as we reached the point of no return, that possibly the van would get hung up, like it sometimes does in movies. I don’t know if this was the case or not because I woke up.