About 90 minutes or so ago, I fell asleep for a nap on my bed. I don't normally take naps, because when I wake up it tastes like something died in my mouth. Like now, for example. But I was tired and the sun was setting, so I fell asleep for an hour or so.

I dreamed I was in some sort of building like a small warehouse full of boxes of government files. I was working on my computer, probably doing DU stuff.

In my dream, there had been a series of robberies of files, so when I heard suspicious noises, I knew exactly what they were.

I got up and began investigating the source of these strange noises, and shortly came across Alberto Gonzales, the former attorney general. He was carrying a pistol and was wearing a dark-blue windbreaker with FBI on the back and arms in yellow letters, like they do in the movies.

I grabbed him and dragged him towards the sounds of the noises, but he seemed to be strangely reluctant to go. Finally, we came and saw two people in hoodies crawling all over towers of cardboard boxes of files.

I said to him "THERE THEY ARE!", but he war reluctant to do anything. I kept prodding him, and finally said "There are two of them give me a gun so I can help." He didn't want to do that, either, so I reached over and grabbed his backup pistol from his belt. In my dream, it was a Phoenix Arms model HP22, which is exactly the pistol that I own and had been shooting on Saturday with a couple of friends.

So I confronted them with the little .22. I think I yelled "Freeze!". The froze and looked up, then looked intently at Gonzo. I think they were black, but it might just have been the shadows.

Gonzo eventually did, but reluctantly. The situation is really tense, and I'm waiting for Gonzo to begin handcuffing them or calling for backup or something. Instead, they begin talking. And as they talk, Gonzo gradually lowers his gun until it's pointing at the floor.

Eventually I realize that they are having a conversation as familiars, that they know each other and have worked together in the past! Eventually, as the talking goes on, they realize I'm not going to shoot anybody without some kind of signal from Gonzo, and just sort of creep back to what they were doing.

I realize this, lower the pistol, and start screaming at Gonzo, asking him WHY he didn't arrest them, WHY he didn't call for backup, WHAT did he know about those two intruders. He didn't respond, so eventually I give up. I give him the gun back and storm over to my computer, fully intending to write about this to my congressman and start a huge scandal.

I turn on the lamp with the fluorescent bulb on my desk, sign into my computer, and begin to type. Then there's a power surge, and the light gets really bright. I quickly pull the chain to turn the lamp off, then as things settle down I pull the chain again. The CFB comes back on again, but it has been damaged. It is buzzing and barely lit. I shrug and continue to type.

I peripherally am aware of Gonzo moving around the warehouse, turning off lights. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I realize I haven't heard him moving around for a while.

And then it hits me: with the lamp broken, Gonzo can kill me and blame it on bad lighting!!!!!!! Plant the cheapie gun on me, which is identical to one I own! Hell, maybe it's not LIKE my gun, it IS my gun!

NO WITNESSES!!!

I jump up out of my chair and race down a corridor to the exit.

And then I woke up.

Snapped awake, actually, and took a few seconds to orient myself.







Aside from the sheer fact that I'm having a conspiracy-theory dream about Gonzo (ugh!), what is weird is that I don't normally remember my dreams! And not with this much detail!

It was INTENSE!!!.