Strange Dreams

I sure have been having some crazy dreams lately. Last night I dreamed a psychopath was taking shots at me with a little gun. I contunually blocked the shots with my hands but my hands were full of holes.

I had another crazy dream a few days ago. I was walking through a beautiful field pheasant hunting. Every few steps another pheasant would take wing and I'd harvest it with my trusty shotgun. I retrieved the pretty birds and stuffed them in my game bag as I walked along. I reached my limit of birds and headed back to the house. Back at the house I emptied my bag on the kitchen counter and lined the little birds up. As I looked at what I had pulled out of the bag, it appeared that somewhere along the line the tasty pheasants had turned into little white owls. I remember thinking, "I don't think little white owls are in season. I wonder if they're good to eat."