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.