Wow, and so close to the last one! I ain't complaining. This one started out in my bedroom (I wish it was going where I know you think it's gonna go, but it ain't).

Two burglars were trying to break down my bedroom door (I think they were Brooks and Dunn) and I was doing everything I could to hold them off, when I decided I might as well just use my vaporized chloroform on them. So I let go of the door and as they burst in, I blew some in their faces and they both fell to the floor unconcious. That's when Johnny and Donnie showed up (I'd been screaming for them to help me, but I'm not sure how they heard me all the way from Jacksonville, or, how they got there so fast).

I asked them to give me a hand and put handcuffs on the burglars (which may or may not have been Brooks and Dunn) and they replied that they didn't have handcuffs with them. I lit into them wondering why the heck wouldn't they have handcuffs on them at all times?! So after I had ran outside to the utility room and found a couple pairs made out of cardboard and brought them in to put on the burglars (perhaps Brooks and Dunn), we noticed that one of them wasn't breathing. Donnie started doing CPR on him, while I was just watching Donnie and touching his hair and Johnny was just standing by the front door doing absolutely nothing except looking hot.

We couldn't revive the burglar (which could've been either Brooks or Dunn, or maybe neither), and the other one was still out like a light. Then the cops arrived (Johnny must've called them while I was enthralled by Donnie's hair) and commended us on the capture of these terrible criminals. Then Johnny, Donnie, Daisy Duke and myself all went out to TGI Friday's to celebrate. Sometime during our celebration, the cops came back and arrested me and Johnny saying they had to charge somebody for the murder of the burglar (which may or may not have been Brooks or Dunn). They threw me and Johnny in jail, the bastards. I'm not sure where Donnie was during all of this, but I remember seeing him hanging around. And Daisy just sort of disappeared. Maybe she was still at Friday's waiting for us to come back.

After a while in the jail cell, Johnny and I had gotten quite close.......heh..... (he has very nice hair also, by the way). We decided that we couldn't stay in jail for something we did in self defense, and we didn't even intend to kill the guy (which could possibly have been Brooks or Dunn), so, we were gonna bust out. The jail cell looked more like an office, and we went up into the ceiling (like how they got away from the Velociraptors on Jurassic Park) and escaped out of the jail through a large vent on the side of the building, which was about two stories off the ground.

We climbed down a large tree and commandeered a van that was sitting outside and told the owner of it to scram (he looked like the head guy of "The Good Ol' Boys" on The Blues Brothers). He really got mad at us but we decided to have a truce (I can't remember what was said), so Johnny and I sped off in this beat up van. It was gray inside and there were a bunch of Band of Brothers decals all over the dash board.

We then heard somebody's voice over the CB (maybe it was Daisy?) and they started giving us coordinates for a place that was "safe". Johnny was driving and I was navigating and we finally found that the coordinates landed right on a certain parking spot next to a tree in front of a small strip-mall downtown. So we parked, got out, hugged each other saying things like, "We did it!!" and then....... it ended. I seem to recall seeing Donnie again, but the end was a bit foggy. He might've met us at the parking spot, I'm not sure. The moment I woke up I said, "Holy cats. Another dream about 'em, would you believe that!!"

I sure hope it don't end here! These aren't the only cool dreams I've been having. I think it's because I've had a stiff neck for the past week and have been taking ibuprophen almost every night before going to bed. That stuff never fails to give me the most complicated and interesting dreams.