Saturday, February 05, 2011

There's been some sort of werewolf outbreak & I'm with a room full of people discussing strategies. I tell everyone we need silver tipped bullets. I load up my 9MM but somehow don't have a clip. I go around trying to borrow a clip and a holster, asking several people, including Ben Medley.

Most of the men go off somewhere and I tell the women they'll need a minimum of 9MM, preferably .38, .40 or .45 caliber. A woman holds up something that looks like a wheatie and starts suggesting/selling it. I ask her what it is exactly and she sheepishly admits she doesn't know. "I just htink it's cute." She says. "I'm sorry," I say, "I'm a little worried about the end our species and can't really think about cute things right now." I start a group discussion and call on an older woman in the back, apologizing for not knowing everyone's names.

As we exit the building, I hear some movement below us. I get down on the floor & look through the cracks in the floorboard & see lots of werewolves in their human forms in the basement below. Most are stand or moping around slowly. I spit into a crack and watch as the werewolves notice and try to leap up at us. The basement is over 20 feet below and we are safe.

I lead the group out of the warehouse and into the yard where there is a train stalled on a track. An old Asian/Hawaiian man is thrusting a large bundle of steel rods towards the front of another train on a perpendicular track. I watch curiously, no idea what he's doing. An older lady walks up and steps onto the 2nd train. As I'm about to warn her not to, the 2nd train movies forward and somehow pushes the stalled train back & clears the obstruction. Impressed, the group cheers.


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