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.
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.🙂