bang bang

I woke up so disoriented this morning. The past few weeks have been one thing after another to make me feel a bit surreal. It's the cumulative effect of the holiday season that crept up on me, ninja-like, and the news that I have been receiving as of late, and too many painkillers for an earache that won't go away (which affects my balance in no small way), and waking up from dreams of shooting people to find a gun in my room that I certainly did not remember putting there (results of an overnight guests mixup on where to put it down for the night) I didn't even know he was packing. He had crawled into my bed thinking he was in Deb's room, but I had steered him in the right direction later. Apparently the gun had been forgotten and I didn't bother turning on the lights before turning in. I had these crazy dreams about being a contract killer and I was shooting people for money. At the end of the dream just before I woke up I was thinking "I know where the gun is". I wake up, in pain from this cursed earache and go walking to my apothecary cabinet in the corner to get some painkillers and there is a rather Large 45 sitting on top of it. I immediately got a little nervous, as I have done a fair amount of sleepwalking in my time. It took me a minute to figure out what exactly had transpired the night before.