I had the strangest dream last night. Rifle was in it. I guess it was because his was the last post I read before I turned in for the night.
Myself and a few friends were sitting on the porch of an old log cabin. It was night and pouring the rain. Out of the downpour, Rifle, totally drenched, appeared. He didn’t introduce himself, but immediately demanded to play cards.
From his jacket pocket, he pulled an old worn, water soaked deck and proceeded to deal the cards on a nearby wooden table. He cheated on almost every hand and soon won everyone’s money.
After the game broke up, he paced nervously around the porch and demanded food. He wanted someone to go out in the rain to get everyone a sandwich from Subway. He made it clear he wasn’t paying for any of it. Rifle ordered a toasted All American with extra mayo. The dream ended there.
I’m trying to figure this all out.
Myself and a few friends were sitting on the porch of an old log cabin. It was night and pouring the rain. Out of the downpour, Rifle, totally drenched, appeared. He didn’t introduce himself, but immediately demanded to play cards.
From his jacket pocket, he pulled an old worn, water soaked deck and proceeded to deal the cards on a nearby wooden table. He cheated on almost every hand and soon won everyone’s money.
After the game broke up, he paced nervously around the porch and demanded food. He wanted someone to go out in the rain to get everyone a sandwich from Subway. He made it clear he wasn’t paying for any of it. Rifle ordered a toasted All American with extra mayo. The dream ended there.
I’m trying to figure this all out.