I was walking into a
dive bar, a few people sitting at the table to the right of me. The
bartender looks familiar, but I can't place his
face. I'm carrying an upright
vacuum cleaner- one of the ones that still uses
dust bags instead of those cheap
plastic '
cyclone' things. This
vacuum has no
HEPA filter, no adjustable brush height, no
ergonomic handle. It has
guns inside of it. Guns?
Why do I have guns in a vaccuum cleaner, if it doens't even have a HEPA filter? They are big
machine guns, I have been playing
Half-life lately. The
counter-strike modification. It gives you lots of big guns, but no vaccuum cleaners. The bartender pulls out a gun and points it at me. I smoothly slide the
zipper of the dust bag open on the vacuum and pull out a rather large gun, I think it was an
M-16, but
I'm not a gun buff, so I don't really know for sure. I start to run with my vacuum behind me, picking up the
beer nuts that have been carelessly dropped onto the
floor. The bartender is shooting at me, glass is shattering, I can't help but think about
Pulp Fiction, and
Samuel L. Jackson, with his
greasy jerry curl. I dodge a few shots and try to return the fire, but I am out of
ammo. I reach into my vacuum cleaner for another gun but there is nothing but dust and beer nuts.
I look up to see the bartender smiling from ear to ear and just as he is about to end my little vacuum frenzy,
I woke up.