It can be done, but only THE JO-TEL can do it.

So, basically me and a bunch of people were taken hostage by terrorists.  We were held in a camp that resembled Burlingame Fred Meyer.  I know it was a camp because we were always asked for our papers etc.  They said don’t try to escape because they would kill everyone. After awhile we figured out they were going to kill us anyway so we decided to escape.  The camp bordered an ocean apparently and if we hopped over the 10 foot waves (think fence, but made out of an ocean wave.  i know, doesn’t make sense but it was in my dream i’m trying to be accurate) and discovered a forest trail (in a forest) where we could run.  So we planned to escape.  Then some stupid girls panicked and hopped the wave and we all had to go right then while the terrorists were shooting at us.  The Goose was there.  And Hip E.  Anyway, we somehow procured some handguns and bitched that the terroists had machine guns and all we had was pistols.  We made it to some isolated compound in the woods, which looked like a condo complex and had a big pool.  There were bars on the windows.  We all went inside to hole up and spotted someone swimming in the pool.  He was a big fat guy that looked like David Crosby.  We’re all freaking out still because of the escape and the people chasing us so I jumped into the pool and grabbed the David Crosby look-a-like and hauled him out of the water screaming at him “DO YOU HAVE WEAPONS?  WHERE ARE WE?  WHATS GOING ON?  WE GOTTA EITHER GET OUT OF HERE OR AMBUSH THESE FUCKERS!” etc….And he’s all “it doesn’t matter!  its all over.  The apocalypse has already come.  We’re all dead soon anyway.”

Then I woke up.  Tonight I hope I get part II because it was probalby the coolest dream I’ve had in years in terms of how much I remember it, the vaguely linear storyline, and it seems Part II could be awesome, living in a post apocalypse world.  I’m going to try to think of nukes before I go to bed.

-Turd