Woah Woah Woah...What?

I just woke up from one of the strangest dreams I think I've ever had. I was with my dad and brother and sister, and we were out driving around the little west Kentucky town my dad lives in. My dad was driving, and Mason and Mallory (my brother and sister) and I was sitting on the tailgate of the truck while he was driving around. We normally sit on the tailgate when we go to places close, but never to town. That's not the strange part, though.

I don't remember where we went first, but after that, we went to what I think was a 7/11 (which is weird, because there are no 7/11's in town), but it looked like a gas station/convenience store full of wheels, like from a car, but without the actual tire on them, so it was just the metal thing. Anyway, we stopped there and he asked us if we wanted anything, we said no, and he went in. We sat outside for a minute, but got tired of waiting, so I got up to go see what was taking him so long. I got up and looked in the window, and he was standing in a pretty long line, so I stood and watched him for a minute. Apparently he had somehow gotten one of those huge 64 oz. sodas, and from his face, it looked like he had to pee, so he walked over to the trash can in the corner and started peeing in it.

I don't think I've ever been so dream-embarrassed before. Everybody was looking at him, and he was just standing there peeing in the trash can. He finished after a minute, got a refill for his gigantic cup, drank it all, then HE PEED AGAIN. I was so embarrassed, everybody was running out of the building, and I saw who I think was the manager calling the cops. Then, Cortana (who was fully grown in the dream) ran out of the building, across the drive-through lane, and into the grass on the other side, so I ran out and got her.

The next thing I know, I'm dreaming about blogging about all of this. It's like I can predict when I'll have nothing to blog about, so my dreams provide some material. It was so weird, in my dream, I was using real grammar and everything, figuring out where I wanted which sentence and where it should go.

Well, my back is killing me, but I guess that's the price of having something to blog about before I even wake up.