Weird-ass dream

State Motto: New Mexico: Lizards Make Excellent Pets

Currently listening: "Talk Show Host" By Radiohead From the 'Romeo and Juliet' Soundtrack

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Had a really weird dream last night. I think part of it stemmed from last night at work, when I had to help Chelsey bag her register out at jewelry, and I found a Bicentennial quarter. So here's the dream:

I was at work, working behind the jewelry counter, and there was a man walking through the store, with a gun, but no one seemed to notice but me. At one point, he'd even set the gun (and another one) down on the jewelry counter, along with some things he'd picked up. Why I didn't pick up the guns is beyond me at this point. He walked around for a little while longer before coming back to me. He wanted the Bicentennial quarter I had, and instead of just trading me for another quarter, he made a transaction, and paid tax for it. I tried to give him the receipt, but he didn't want it. I'm pretty sure that he'd robbed the store, stolen something, or something along those lines.

He wanted me to come with him, escort him out of the building to his vehicle, but I was scared. On the way out the door, the man was a little ahead of me, and I ran into Sony, my manager when I work up front, and I made him come with me because I was scared. The bad guy noticed what I was doing and chased after us. I ran into a gas station and hid, and the bad guy followed me there, but once I was in there, he became interested in two other people, and one of them was Justin Timberlake, and the other was an old man. All three of them were arguing, and the bad guy shot his gun. I thought he was going to shoot the old man, but he shot Justin Timberlake instead, right in the head, and his head blew up. Then he turned and shot the old man in the head, only this time it was Matrix-style slow, and you could see everything from every angle. Even his head blowing apart. Gross.

Then I woke up.