Man, I don't know what's going on lately but I've been having some really messed up dreams. Here's what I can recall from the latest. I went down to our lease to look for sheds. I'm not sure if I was alone, or with Mike. In any case, I brought my dog with and we started looking for sheds on the lower 1/2 of the property. As I worked my way up into the CRP fields along the fenceline I noticed that the grasses had been cut down for some reason. I'm starting to think to myself how strange this is when I hear something flying my direction. For some reason I ducked and ran for cover just as a massive helicopter comes over the hill and heads for the cut grass to touch down. I grab the dog and we bolt out of there and into some ridiculous lodge/cabin where we're going to hide out. Whoever is in the helicopter gets out and starts looking for me. Of course they head right for the cabin where I'm cleverly hiding behind the couch, covering the dog's snout so she doesn't bark and give up our 20. The two people from the chopper (a man and a hot chick) are looking everywhere for me and can't find me. Because you know, I'm super stealthy. I overhear them talking about how they were called in because they had reports I was trespassing from the Google satellites or cameras (can't remember which) that watch over everything. I think to myself that I'm not actually trespassing and have nothing to hide, so I stand up and turn myself in. Of course these people don't believe me right away, so I have to go to my truck (which was parked at the corner of the property) and dig out the lease papers which I just happen to have with me. After verifying my story with the landowner, the mystery agents and I decide to cook up some Mac 'N Cheese for lunch. While we're doing this the local sheriff shows up with his lights and sirens on, looking for me. The M.I.B.s tell him to calm down, they checked me out and it's okay, so he too calms down and enjoys a delicious lunch in front of the fireplace with us. That's all I can remember. Good stuff.
This is your fear of having your hunting rights taken away from you beginning to surface. I recommend intense counseling to repress these fears, and writing your state officials daily stating your demand to stick up for your rights.
Step away from the bottle keeping both hands in plain sight. Seriously, these strange dreams are implanted in your brain after the aliens get done with the probes so you don't remember the abduction. (Insert LMAO emoticon here)
