So I'm taking a shit after a heavy set and figured id tell you about my dream.

We were in a 2 story open warehouse/offices in the middle of a firefight. The grip of my weapon was almost too wide but we'll leave the symbolic dream analysis for later.

We had just about cleaned them out when there was movement and fire coming from an upstairs office. I fired at Justin Castro, who was wearing like a Tiffany Blue tunic and white puffy shirt underneath, and the shot whizzed past the left wide of his neck.

He whined about how he was really on our side.

I said he fooled me wearing his faggy outfit. He had 2 of his security with him and they pointed at him and laughed.

Then I woke up.