I had a kick-ass dream last night, so I thought I'd share it with all of you seeing as you're all huge dip-shits (actual dream -- I shit you not):
I was part of some elite predator-hunting squadron, yet for some unexplainable reason we all used pellet guns. During the course of our hunt I somehow became separated from my team and I ended up at the end of a road that gave way to woods.
Through the trees I could barely make out the shape of several predators heading my way (they were in invisible mode yet I could make out their transparent outlines). Gripped with fear I began running as fast as my well-trained legs could take me. At some point during the chase I realized I was being tailed by a small black child on a bicycle and no predators (I remained terrified none the less). I took a sharp turn and ran up a long, steep driveway. At the top I bent down, picked up a handful of small rocks, and scattered them behind me (thinking that they would somehow slow down my pursuer). I ducked into the woods and sprinted through the forest until I came upon a large field.
As I ran into the field I realized that I was approaching my squadron. I came upon them and noticed that their was a dog in their ranks! I did a super-jump and as I came down I fired an entire pellet-clip in the dog's direction (for some reason I thought the dog was one of "them".) A Hispanic teammate of mine screamed "No!!!!" and threw himself in between the dog and the pellets. I ran to his side and with his last breath he told me "Don't kill him, he's my friend."