Smokey and the bandit I was violently awoken this morning at about 2:59 A.M. And this time it had nothing to do with a screaming child.
I had one of the most vivid dreams that I can remember.
And apparently, this time I was the "bad guy".

Traveling at a much higher rate of speed than is allowable by law, I was tearing my way through downtown Loris, S.C. That's right, not even the "good part" of the South Carolina coast. I was driving Rene's PT Cruiser. Surprisingly enough, her car can really move!

There were 2 state troopers, 2 local sheriffs, and once car with a police dog all in hot pursuit of yours truly.

They never would've caught me either, if it weren't for the fact that I jumped a railroad crossing and broke the axle on the car (sorry Rene).

I woke up in a cold sweat, thinking I was in the back seat of a police cruiser on my way to be fingerprinted. Freaked me out.

Guess I shouldn't even joke about shooting anybody.  ¶ 6:36 AM