[cars_willkillyou]

I just woke up after a 3 hour sleep. The reason for this was the events that transpired in my dream. The point in the dream that last recall, I woke up behind the wheel of my car, coming home from work. Apparently, I had fallen asleep while driving home, and was asleep for about 5 hours, because i "woke up" in the town I grew up in (which is a very rural area of north florida). I woke up in time to catch myself driving off the road, and into a ditch. My truck got stuck in a ditch, so I proceeded to walk in order to find help. I get to a large house, on a large plot of land. There's a semi truck parked outside and the engine is running. Inside the truck, an old lady waves at me, and steps outside, and asks if I need a ride somewhere. I tell her yes, and she invites me to breakfast.
Her family consists of her, her husband, and their two grandchildren. One is a guy with long brown hair, and a large beard probably in his late 20s, early 30s. The other is a beautiful girl, early to late 20s, with really long, dirty blonde hair, wearing a long dress, which the patterns printed on it were constantly changing shape and form. During breakfast, we discuss music, the main topic being Publius Enigma. Then, the grandfather comes in and sits down, he is late for breakfast. He is dressed in a Union soldier uniform from the civil war. I ask him if he does the reenactments, and he says, "No. This is just what I want to wear today." I tell him that I think that is awesome, and the girl says to me, "I think we have some stuff that might fit you. After breakfast, we can go play dress up," and winks at me. And we do. We go out to a barn/carport type of building, pretty far from the house. Inside the barn is a Ford Model A (one of my friends growing up had one in his dads garage), and a whole bunch of chests, wardrobes and gun lockers. They are in seperate areas of the large room, with footlockers and gun cabinets beside each other. Inside are uniforms and guns used by different armies from different wars. One gun cabinet and footlocker would have Union uniforms and the guns the soldiers used, then another would have the british set up from WWII. It was like a toy store for historians. I put on a confederate uniform, and began discussing the civil war with them. I asked, "So, if Stonewall Jackson had survived until the end of the war, do you think the outcome would have been different?" And we debated back and forth. The girl was walking around, and accidentally knocked over a large brass container of black powder nearby the old Ford.
We were all startled because it made a very loud noise. the grandfather said that the gunpowder wasnt really a threat, as it had been in the same container since the civil war, and by now probably woulnt even ignite. To prove his point, he took out a zippo an put a flame near a small gathering of the scattered gunpowder. Nothing happened at first, but then it ignited, and a simultaneous "holy shit expression came over every ones' face. we all ran as fast as we could out of the barn, as flames began igniting, small explosions beginning to erupt. 2 Union soldiers, one old, one young, a confederate soldier, and a beautiful girl in a psychedelic dress, ran for their lives in seperate directions. Shrapnel, debris, and airborne flames chased after me. A few booms later, I had found some cover at a relatively safe distance. That's when Flaming baseballs began propelling themselves out of the exploding barn. When I woke up, I matched the sound the whizzing baseballs made as they went by my head, to an effect in A Silver Mt Zion song.

The end.