All Narfed Up photography and words by Bryan Villarin

There I was, running in the desert towards our military base. There were enemy soldiers pursuing me.

At one point, there was an abandoned yellow bus which I momentarily took refuge behind. Inside were a bunch of Dunkin Donuts coffee bags. I was almost out of coffee grounds, so I gathered as much I could fit in my Jack Pack, then we bolted out.

The coffee grinds were my ammo. I fired them out of my AeroPress and they exploded upon impact. I basically had a handheld mortar.

While I was running, I could distinctively remember thinking, “What kind of lame weapon is this?”

An enemy soldier got in front of us and tried to shoot, but his rifle jammed. I quickly fired my AeroPress and blew him up to smithereens.

Then, I woke up. It was 5:26am this morning. I immediately emailed myself the following:

Dream last night: involvement fighting in some war in the Middle East. Weapon of choice? AeroPress.

Go ahead and laugh.